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I had this posted on twitter but apparently a lot of phighting fans are also ultrakill fans so i might as well post these here too!
#fanart#phighting!#ultrakill#biograft phighting#sword phighting#i have deemed to call this au#ultraphight#so i’ll tag that accordingly if i decide to post more again#anywho i have 30 billion concepts for this au so if guys are interested i will be more than happy to infodump#god i ramble way too much in my tags
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Love Booth Challenge
Love Booth for underrated characters.
Ikemen version
Hello and welcome to my first challenge. I am proud to present to you the Love Booth challenge, a month long exploration of love for the underrated characters of the Ikemen games.
General Rules
Works and art of all forms are welcome! Fanarts, fanfics, headcanons, moodboards, playlists and everything you can manage to think of is included.
Limited to Ikemen fandoms and to certain suitors, due to popularity of some characters more than others I have decided to host a challenge exclusively for the less appreciated.
I had this idea since forever what took me so long to post it was the creations of the prompts I created in association with my lovely friend MO @xxsycamore.
I did my best to include most of the less loved characters from the Ikemen games exclusively with an English version.
That said if you think about other less popular characters, belonging to one of these games or to other Ikemen games that are not out in English yet, You are allowed to use these prompts as inspiration.
The main focus is to show love to characters not so loved by the fandom/game all year around without limit for this reason I won't make a masterlist.
When posting your works, use the tag #love booth challenge - you can as well tag me @queengiuliettafirstlady in your posts! It will help find other creations for those interested to check them out.
Posting to other sites is allowed - as long as you mention the challenge and its creators.
Reblogs are appreciated!
Content Rules
This challenge features a list of prompts, and dialogue prompts which you can match to your liking, if you want to. You can create more than one work for the same prompt, too!
Under the cut, you will find the prompts linked to the characters included in the challenge, that can be mixed up with prompts from other challenges happening around the fandom in the same month.
Any additional rules are up to the artists. You are free to choose the rating (make sure to mark your NSFW works accordingly, and if you’re minor, make sure not to interact with such!), and also the genre (the challenge’s main focus is romantic love, but it is not obligatory for your work to be of such genre), all characters and ships included are up to you (OCs, character x MC, character x character, etc.)
You’re free to take requests from your audience using these prompt lists, again please make sure to mention the challenge and its creator.
You’re absolutely free to post your works for this challenge whenever you feel like.
The final and most important rule is to have fun and not pressure yourself about full completion of the challenge. Do only as many works as you wish! :)
Here is a free-to-use banner/header for the challenge!
If you have any additional questions, I’ll be happy to help. There is no such thing as a stupid question, so don’t hesitate to get in contact with us! I wish you happy creating!
THE LISTS
Ikemen Vampire
Dazai - Storyteller - A walk under the cherry trees.
Jean - Monster - "I am not worthy of love."
Mozart - Music - "You are my muse."
Sebastian - Secrets - "My composure is an act."
Shakespeare - Bard - A poem for my lover
Faust - Alchemy - "Behave for me."
Charles - Obsession - "I wish we could stay like this forever."
Isaac - Scholar - "I don't understand people at all ... yet I found myself quite curious to know everything about you."
Ikemen Prince
Keith - Duality - "Trust me."
Luke - Bear - "I will protect you."
Jin - Sweets - "All I need is our love."
Rio - Pet - "I will love you always and forever."
Sariel - Discipline - "It will do good to remember I am quite a strict tutor."
Nokto - Facade - "Were the truth lies ?"
Licht - Scar - "No matter what I do this scars will not heal, but your presence made me forget about them."
Yves - Fashion - "Would you like to get ready together ?"
Ikemen Revolution
Zero - Identity - "I am human because of you."
Harr - Magic - "I only want to keep you safe."
Loki - Abandonment - Seeking comfort on a rainy night.
Blanc - Gentleman - "Do you remember what I warned you about when you came in Cradle?"
Mousse - Dreams - "You are the subject of my dreams. I want to know even more about you."
Dean - Strict - Stern gaze softening upon an endearing sight.
Dalim - Flirt - "You shouldn't have trusted me."
Oliver - Creativity - "The best part about my creations is seeing you smile."
Ikemen Sengoku
Kennyo - Revenge - "You make me feel complete with your love."
Ranmaru - Loyalty - "I will always be there for you."
Sasuke - Companion - Fanning over the fanboy.
Mitsunari - Knowledge - "Let me take care of you."
Yoshimoto - Beauty - Admiring art together.
Kanetsugu - Strategy - "I found quite difficult to keep my composure when you are around."
Hideyoshi - Devotion - "You're my number one priority."
Ieyasu - Teacher - Collecting herbs together.
Once again Have fun and Happy Creating! I can't wait to see all your creations. 🧡💟💌🤗
#love booth challenge#ikemen vampire#ikevamp#ikemen prince#ikepri#ikemen revolution#ikerev#ikemen sengoku#ikesen
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🐺How to use hashtags on tumblr to organize a story!
It was like paddling in an open sea .... Ok, it really took me 4 years to figure out the thing with the internal hashtags on Tumblr and realize that there is an advantageous sense in them initially only working within your own blog. If you don’t really need them, the benefit isn’t immediately obvious.
Plus, the display of the most commonly used hashtags leads you to assume they are more universally intended. The advantage of internal blog hashtags didn’t click for me - until the moment I actually needed them to bring order to my blog chaos and understood that you can easily sort everything with them, especially when it comes to storytelling.
I originally thought: “I'll make sideblogs for the stories, so I can have everything neatly gathered, with matching colors and background images." However, the hashtags from the main blog don’t work in the sideblogs anymore unless I link them and unless I’ve missed something again. Now I’m wondering if I even need the sideblogs anymore. Probably not. So, new plan:
I’ll post everything on my main blog
tag it with both specific and general tags
using intern unique tags for different supposes
and that’s pretty much it. At the top of a pinned post, I’ll provide an overview of what you can find under which hashtag, and they’ll automatically function as a sorter for an entire internal storyline. Done.
Btw, thanks for the right hints, which made me take a closer look, test things out, and understand how it works by answering my question on it here ...
@figure-it-out-later and @tenyrasims - which made me think about it and especially @satureja13 for the needed key to my head to unlock this blind point🥰. from @satureja13 : ... I just make sure to tag every post properly so I can add new stuff to my pinned post. You can also keep your pinned post clean by making sub posts, like I do for my chapters, for example. ... I can find every event, character, location… within seconds. That’s what I really love about tumblr.
So, what can I do now to satisfy my need for beeing over organization🙈? Technically, I could delete the sideblogs, but I can also use them in parallel, reblogging the respective content there, and thus have everything in a separate place, visually appealing with the story-appropriate colors - for my own peace of mind or for anyone who prefers to read there. But I’ll only reblog, not post the original, so following the sideblogs isn’t really necessary - though of course, you can if you prefer the color-coordinated layout there. If I ever decide it’s all too much, I can delete the sideblogs without losing my original content, as long as I only reblog from the mainblog to the sideblogs.
Is anyone still following? Probably not,😂 but I think this works for me.
Long story short: I’m going to rearrange things once more and adjust the pinned post accordingly... and bring any duplicate content back to the main blog. My old stuff from before the long break will stay here, and maybe I’ll update broken links if I ever get bored - not that I know the meaning of the word, lol. Otherwise, it’ll just stay as it is, since there’s barely anything left in my EA gallery, except for the stuff that can’t be deleted.
Ok, here we go ...
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Alright, alright
I made a deal with Logan that if he opened an ask blog, that I too would open one.
A deal that I… totally expected I’d have to honor.
Anyways,
I can be your snake in shining armor for any advice you so desperately need to hear.
To keep this blog organized, unlike Remus's dumpster fire of a room, there will be the following tags in place:
#ooc-post - Out of character posts from Mod TJ
#deceitful-answers - Questions about specific things that you are looking for answers to
#snake-sympathy - Asks looking for comfort or the like, I try to be truthful when needed
#generic-janus - General asks/posts about myself, the other sides, etc, though I'm not sure why you'd ever want to talk about them
#reptile-rps - Finished story roleplays with the other sides (this tag will be added after the fact)
Any triggers will be tagged when appropriate
A couple more unimportant things
I'll be using this divider to indicate when my gloves are off:
(@/strangergraphics)
And this divider to indicate that they are on (You definitely won't be seeing a lot of this one):
(@/saradika)
If there’s no header, assume gloves are on.
I believe this is everything I need to say, but I'm sure Virgil won't lecture me about Tumblr etiquette again next time I see him.
Well, farewell to all, until we meet again - ✨🐍
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Hey, Mod TJ here. My friend Blue runs the @logan-inquiries account, and I decided to make one too because it seems really fun (so you'll probably see us interact a lot)
Few things to mention:
My time zone is CST, but I do stay up late a lot, so I don't really have a schedule for this. Just gimme a couple days, I’ll answer as soon as I can. (but even if its the middle of the night, you can send in an ask anytime)
I use It/He pronouns
I am not an expert in the Sanders Sides lore, but I have been in the fandom for a While (way back in Vine days). So if I get something wrong, oopsies, this is just for fun
I am cool with any ships (including polycules), except for remrom
Warning, there will be uncensored potty language in these posts that will not be marked (thomas quote wahoo)
To explain the whole divider/gloves thing if you're unsure: When Janus has his gloves on, he could be truthful or lying. When they're off, she is definitely telling the truth
Any Janus headcanons I have that might affect this blog I'll put here (this'll be updated when needed): Janus uses He/She pronouns
As for triggers/boundaries:
I will delete asks if I feel they go against these boundaries, or just generally make me uncomfortable. I will not judge the person sending them, I'll simply delete them and move on (unless it becomes a repeated behavior)
I am ok with asks about general advice about suicide/self-harm/eating disorders, but please no in-the-moment stuff. Please do not send an ask if you are in immediate danger of anything, specifically self-inflicted. I am not 911 or a helpline
Like I said, I am cool with ships/flirting, but I do not want any explicit sexual content/smut on this blog. However I am not against a good dirty joke
There shouldn't be any explicit blood/gore, but there may be some Remus-style intrusive thought depictions, and those will be tagged accordingly
Otherwise, that's it, go wild, asks are open!
(Main blog is @slash-tj)
#sanders sides#sanders sides rp#sanders sides roleplay#janus sanders#janus sanders roleplay#rp blog#ask blog#ooc-post#generic-janus
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RULES
CONTENT
- NSFW will be likely on this blog but not a constant. If you’re uncomfortable with murder, gore, blood, abuse, etc. (or any mentioning of these things); Then this blog isn’t for you. Sexual things may occur from time to time but it’ll be rare and tagged accordingly!
- Most art I use on here, whether for icons or other means are not mine, nor do I take credit for them. All things that I draw specifically will be tagged as such! Artist credits are as follows: koda_mint, shandzii, sanchesky, fluffpillow, deceptiveshadow, (more tba + links)
- I’m personally triggered by very little, but if I follow you back, if you could tag the following things for me I’d greatly appreciate it. Otherwise tumblr savior won’t work: emetophobia / trypophobia
- Again this blog is going to be full of adult themes and scenarios at times because despite these two being silly daycare attendants, this is still FNAF after all! I’m fine with role-playing serious topics, HOWEVER! Please message me or plot with me beforehand when it comes to heavy topics like this so we’re both on the same page.
- I WILL NOT post about fandom discourse, nor will I engage in call-out posts, vague-blogging, or anything else related. This is a fun and drama-free environment for both me and my friends. If you start drama, harass people, bully, or send hate of any kind towards me or my mutuals, you will be blocked and reported. As Sun would say, if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all!
RP ETIQUETTE
- Personal blogs that follow me will usually be blocked. If you have a sideblog that’s your roleplay blog, message me and let me know, or have it stated somewhere on your blog so that I’m aware! I’ve tried in the past to let personals chill here but after weird inbox messages and nonstop spam in different areas, I no longer tolerate them.
- I don’t usually care about reblog karma. I will always personally reblog memes and prompts from their sources, and I won’t get angry if you reblog from me and don’t send something in every single time. However, I WILL get upset if you start to use me as your CONSTANT meme or prompt resource. This means, if you constantly reblog memes from me and never send even ONE back in to me. I will probably say something to you! This is a roleplay blog, and it gets discouraging after a while if you take everything I reblog and never bother to try and send anything back.
- I will ALWAYS read your rules page before I follow you. I will also do my best to make sure I send in passwords or any other form of verification. HOWEVER, I follow A LOT of people so if I ever break a rule of yours, I can assure it was probably an accident. Just message me privately and let me know and I’ll fix it, no problem!
- I have anxiety and my memory and attention span can be shitty and sporadic at times. So it’s totally okay to remind me of replies I owe if it’s been a week or so since I’ve replied! HOWEVER, do NOT harass me or constantly pester me to reply to a thread. Otherwise I’ll drop it completely, and may even soft block you if you become hateful about it.
- Going off what I said above, my memory is bad at times. I also follow a TON of people. I WILL forget things. I may forget about replying to threads, I might also forget about replying to ooc messages, and even certain rules or headcanons about your blog or characters. I can PROMISE you this is not intentional though, and I encourage you to nudge or remind me of things if I DO forget!! Just again, do not be rude about it or hateful. I promise I’m doing my best.
- Sometimes I may get overwhelmed by the amount of threads I’ve accumulated. Or I may not know how to continue a thread if it hits a dead end and I can’t think of anything to keep it going. If this happens I’ll most likely drop a few that I may not be feeling atm. If this happens I will do my best to message you first if I decide to drop a thread of ours!
INTERACTING
- I will ONLY interact with MUTUALS. This means if you follow me and I am not following you back, then I’m probably not interested. My inbox is always open though to anyone even if we aren’t mutuals!
- I will interact with ocs and canon characters from different fandoms. But again we have to be MUTUALS, and I do ask that you have an about page or post somewhere that I can get to, just in case I’m not familiar with your character.
- I WILL NOT interact with personal blogs, or anyone under the age of 18!! This is for my own comfort and even safety. You don’t have to put your age on your blog, but if I ever find out you’re underage, you will be blocked!
- This blog will be multi-ship and multi-verse! I don’t do mains or exclusives, though I may have certain people I respond to quicker just based on the fact we’re close friends or mutuals.
- In addition to running this blog, I run another RP blog, and I also have a job irl. So my activity on this blog, as well as in general, will be sporadic.
ABOUT THE MUN
Name: Nub / Nubby
Age: 27
Pronouns: They / Them
Hobbies: Cosplaying, art, crafting, sewing, cross stitching, roleplaying, cooking, and prop-making!
** I also take art commissions! If you’re ever curious about prices never be afraid to message me!
#the one in control [ooc];;#//making mobile links that hopefully work now so pls excuse me rq kjhkhj#//feel free to like if u want just pls dont reblog! thank yooou
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Blog Information for Mobile Users
This pinned post is specially made for mobile users, so they have access to important blog information. I’ll update this post whenever it’s needed.
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Blog status: 11/09/2024 blog is under construction! All of my Naruto Muses will be written here. The transition will take some time while I’m adding all of the Muses and their pages slowly but surely. The blog itself will be updated too in appearance, and I’ll try to simplify the rule page section.
Muses I currently write (WIP)!!
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Other blogs: @kazenofuji, @gunsnboots, @medicusviridis, and @ceruleanbender
Rules:
1. VERY IMPORTANT: As a result of having dyslexia, impaired vision, and eye illnesses, I ask my roleplay partners to be considerate of this. Ideally, using a capital letter at the start of each new sentence in our interaction would be great. I don’t care for the size of the text, the icon size, or anything else. If aesthetics are important to you, I fully understand and will try to work with them.
2. This is a multiple Muse blog featuring mostly original characters (OCs) and a few Canon Muses. All the Muses are from the Naruto franchise!
3. This blog is original character, multiple Muse, and crossover friendly. I do ask for an about page with minimum effort regarding original characters. While I’m multi-Muse friendly (I’m one myself after all), I want to add; I’ll follow a multi-blog only for certain Muses. This may change depending on the Muses offered over time.
4. God modding, etc., isn’t something I particularly enjoy, and I ask not to do so. If you’re unsure about anything, please don’t be afraid to private message me. I might as well add: I’m far from perfect, and if I ever do something that is a no-no for you in writing, please private message me!
5. I’m of age, and content that isn’t safe for work will be written here and tagged accordingly. This goes from gore to sexual intent and anything in between. I’ll not write with minors and ask them not to interact with me.
6. About shipping and more, I’m open to romantic shipping, but chemistry is required between our Muses. As I’m a multi-ship blog, each romantic ship has its own universe by default. Outside of romantic ships, I love to develop all sorts of ships with my Muses!
I’m not comfortable writing about sex itself, and if anything happens, I’ll ask for it to fade to black. As I’m not interacting with minors, it should be self-explanatory that NSFW will only be written with adults.
7. Seeing as English isn’t my native language, I can’t guarantee that mistakes won’t happen, and I ask that you not be an icky person about it.
8. To keep this role-play blog enjoyable for myself and others, anonymous hate, etc., will be ignored. You’re more than welcome to give me constructive criticism, but please, no destructive criticism.
Having been a victim of callout culture myself while wrongly accused back in 2015, I’ll not participate in any of this! That being said, I’m perfectly capable of deciding whether a callout is warranted or not. I apologise for the strict tone here, but I’ve seen and experienced firsthand how a callout can ruin someone, especially when they’re wrongly accused.
9. I’ve got a phobia, it's molluscophobia (fear of snails and slugs).
While Katsuyu is a slug and the summoning of Tsunade and Sakura, I ask that you not describe it in full detail when it’s summoned.
10. I don’t tolerate out-of-character hate against LGBT+ or any other hate regarding race, religion, or the like. I say OOC because, in writing, it can happen. For a quick example, my Hyuuga OC held a grudge against Kumogakure for a long time due to the Hyuuga Affair.
11. Mun isn't Muse! Each of my Muses is unique, with their own personality and personal opinions. Please don't confuse my in-character writing with my out-of-character writing. Again, Mun isn't Muse!
12. I don’t send out passwords, as I always read my role-play partner’s rule page.
Miscellaneous:
My time zone is CET (Central European Time)
My tracking tag is Kyuusou
Out of character will usually be tagged as OOC
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Hello! The puppeteer is here; I’m Myttie!
I’m a ciswoman and use she / her pronouns.
Because of my mental health, my activity isn’t consistent; I'm a sporadic role-player with a tendency toward low activity. Don't be afraid to hit me up through IM or Askbox. I like to chit-chat and get to know my RP partner better. I'm a friendly and ditsy person who likes to role-play and have fun!
That's all. Thank you for reading!
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* 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 / 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄.
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 . . .
i. This is an Independent & Extremely Private roleplay blog for Squall Leonhart from Final Fantasy VIII / Kingdom Hearts. I am incredibly selective in who I choose to write with for personal comfort.
18+ will be the age for following & interacting for normal interactions, but anything delving into darker more adult in nature, will only be done with others that are 21+ WHO I TRUST. I will not interact with Minors.
ii. Both Squall & the series itself deal heavily with mentions of war & its after effects. There are also mentions of existentialism, depression, child soldiers & darker, more mature themes revolving around death & memory loss. If you’re uncomfortable with anything mentioned, I highly advise you not to follow or interact with me. I will issue warnings / make sure to tag things accordingly, but I plan to explore each faucet of his character & story to the fullest, including all the darker aspects as respectfully as I can manage. That being said, anything portrayed is purely fictional & does not correlate with my own beliefs. I am not my Muse.
iii. I am fine with Mains — but not Exclusives. A main is someone whose lore is either greatly tied to or heavily influences my own, but I will always adhere to fit another’s world-building in the event it’s preferred over following my own. Anyone that’s been a mutual for a long enough while, has written with me for more than a handful of threads or talked to me a fair amount out of character can ASK ME to be my Main & are more then welcome to tie-in or take from my lore for their own muse if we have Verses developed for them or plans to make one.
The reason I am uncomfortable with practicing Exclusives is I personally find it incredibly limiting & have had one too many bad experiences in the past regarding it.
iv. On the topic of Mains — threads & asks with my Mains will always be prioritized as they’re the interactions I feel most at ease answering.
v. I do not participate in drama. I hardly involve myself in things of that nature unless it’s truly serious. What I mean by that is if a mun actively displays behaviour that is dangerous or abusive ( displays obsessive behaviour / goes out of their way to follow or harass others, homophobia / transphobia / racism / pedophilia, etc. ), it is obviously serious & needs to be discussed. But other things ( miscommunication, etc. ) should be addressed privately. If you bring up issues like that about a third party with me, I will ignore it & cut contact.
IF THE SITUATION CALLS FOR IT — I will of course make an informed decision privately & decide whether I will cease interactions or not. If I have a problem with someone, typically I’ll block & cut contact & I expect the same in return. If I see Mutuals participating in call out posts to a degree where it starts to become uncomfortable — I will also cut contact. This is a hobby, once again — so I’d prefer to keep the stress out of it for my own sanity.
vi. Regarding personal blogs, reblog spam & non-Mutuals. Please do not reblog my RP threads unless you are my RP partner. Do not reblog my written headcanon posts either, as those are based purely off my own portrayal & his dynamics built with other muns & their portrayals. Doing so will result in a hard block as I am incredibly protective of what content I make for my portrayal of Squall & Leon. I am fine with liking so long as it’s not excessive & taking over a chunk of my notifications, but reblogging closed threads or any of my written headcanon posts will result in a hard block.
vii. I am NOT an rp resource blog — it bothers me when people only follow with me to grab things for their own blogs. Please do not reblog askmemes / musings / aesthetic posts directly from me in excess. Reblog it from the source directly if you’re able to! It clogs my notifications, so ignorance of that will result in cut contact if it’s been done one too many times. As for reblog Karma, I don’t practice it. I want interactions to be born from genuine interest, not because it feels like the other party needs to.
𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 . . .
i. I am highly private & highly selective. This is for my own comfort, please also understand that I am also not obligated to respond / answer all asks sent my way. This is a hobby, & purely done for fun. If this rule is forgotten, a hard block will follow. I will also not have the Anon function on for that reason.
ii. I don’t have any triggers to watch out for, but I will still take care to tag the common ones. If you are a mutual of mine who needs anything specifically tagged, please let me know through DMs so I am made aware what to tag in the future.
iii. For other muns who also write Squall! I love Duplicates / Twins! I am always willing to make a twin verse or create one for Mutuals who share the same muse. I’m a firm believer that each portrayal is different, unique to the mun writing them & bringing them to life, so please know that my blog is safe to poke for twin shenanigans or to follow.
iv. I am also Multimuse friendly! Though for Original Characters, while I am open to interactions, I am highly selective — please have an about page / post / Google doc available to look over as it helps me tremendously in learning about your muse. If one is not present, I likely won’t follow back.
v. I am open to crossovers, but I am also very selective in what I choose to tackle. I don’t normally mind giving them a try so long as I’m familiar with the fandom / mun / muse & said mun is patient with me.
vi. If you see me interacting with a character you also write, please don’t assume I won’t want to interact. Each portrayal is different & I adore meeting new muns & seeing their take on a character. No two portrayals are ever the same & I’m always down to interact.
𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . .
i. My Portrayal of Squall is Demiromantic / Demisexual, but he is also Bi-Oriented. This means he only feels Romantic / Sexual attraction towards someone he’s developed a very strong bond with. A very strong connection usually comes first before there’s any sort of attraction.
ii. My blog is a multi-ship one & I’m always down to try anything within reason. I love exploring all sorts of dynamics & giving rarepairs a try — they just need to be within comfort for me & we need to communicate ooc at least a little, but if you’d like to shoot — I am always open to discuss a ships potential!
Talk to me & be direct is all I ask about what kind of relationship you want with Squall — I am not a mind-reader & only hinting or vagueing, expecting me to catch on that you want to ship without telling me about it will fly right over my head otherwise.
For ships — each role-player has their own universe & my Muse is always faithful to whomever he’s in a relationship with. I have zero tolerance for possessiveness or jealousy shown ooc. It is a huge trigger of mine to be restricted in such a way so please be mindful of that or you will be hard blocked.
iii. Forcing a ship is an instant way for me to cut contact & cease interactions altogether. Squall will not immediately jump into a ship with your muse. He will need time to get to know the other muse, even if they are someone he’s generally paired with. Portrayals won’t always click, so unless it’s been discussed & plotted in private beforehand, I won’t jump in right off the bat. Shipping is lovely! I adore it! But it’s never going to be a main priority of mine. I will treat each interaction as purely platonic unless the other mun has talked to me. I am also going to start being more selective when it comes to shipping him romantically; if you want to ship?
Please show me by being willing to put in the appropriate effort & work & actually communicate & plot with me. I don't just want Squall to be a ship that is added to a collection.
iv. I want to also state that Squall is always open for all kinds of ships, not just Romantic ones! As your tired local Aromantic, I highly value Platonic relationships so, if you wanted to write that kind of dynamic with him? I would absolutely adore exploring it. Same goes for Antagonistic or more complicated ones!
𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 . . .
i. Because of the nature of my muse & the series he’s from, there will be NSFW content explored on this blog ( violence / darker themes, etc. ). This is no place for Minors & because of this & since I am also well over the age of 21, I will not interact with anyone under the age of 21 regarding NSFW content. Anything falling into mature territory will always be tagged accordingly. If you do not wish to see such content then please either blacklist the following tags:
╰┈➤ CLASSIFIED DOCUMENTS. / NOT SO SAFE DESIRES.
ii. I will only write explicit NSFW with people I know & trust — there will be no exceptions to this. Smut / NSFW is a subject that is tricky for me to tackle & while I enjoy writing it, I need to be in the right headspace for it, & muses need to have enough of a chemistry / connection for me to be invested. I also only want to explore spicier scenarios within a safe, comfortable environment — again, with close friends.
𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 . . .
i. Do not guilt me to reply to threads. Giving me a poke every so often to check in is fine, as long as it’s not overly excessive or meant to push me to respond faster. It makes me incredibly anxious & only makes me less motivated to interact overall. Do not bring up my activity on other blogs / social platforms. Keeping tabs on my activity is a huge trigger of mine from bad past instances & is a sure fire way to get hard blocked with no warning if it is practiced.
ii. I do not tolerate theft / stealing of any sort. There is a difference between ‘being inspired’ & ripping something off near word for word. People work hard on their muses, so theft of headcanons, verses, graphics / aesthetics, etc. will be reason enough for me to cut contact abruptly.
iii. For personal reasons, I am incredibly uncomfortable with self-insert characters. I will not interact with self-insert characters.
iv. I AM NOT MY MUSE. MUN DOES NOT EQUAL MUSE. Please do not talk to me ooc like I am my muse at any point please. Once again, bad instances in the past have made this a highly uncomfortable issue for me that I need to have written out & reminded just in case.
v. If I am uncomfortable with someone & / or enough warnings have been given & ignored — I will block & cease all interactions / contact altogether.
𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 . . .
i. The best way to interact & get muses writing together is through Askmemes! It helps me get a good feel of our muses, on whether their dynamic works or they mesh well or not. Plotting generally happens once there’s more of a solid dynamic built to build off of.
ii. All of my threads are considered Closed Threads with the tagged muse / mun unless it’s stated to be an Open Starter / Thread. Please don’t reblog RP threads of mine unless you are my RP partner. Solo Drabbles where I’m writing alone are fine to like, but I am uncomfortable with them being reblogged unless permission beforehand has been given to do so.
iii. I do have a Dis.cord, but I tend to keep that to close Mutuals only. But if we have a fair amount of threads / interactions together & there is an interest or it’s easier for you, I don’t mind being asked for it.
iv. I will often reblog ask replies from partners to archive them. There won’t be a guarantee that I’ll always reply — I’m only selective so I don’t overwhelm myself — but if you’d ever like to turn a response of my own or yours into a thread, don’t hesitate to let me know.
v. I am a literate roleplayer with an admitted preference for longer, more plot heavy threads, so I do respect lengthier & more detailed responses — however, it’s not a requirement & I never go into an interaction expecting it. so long as you’re giving effort to reply & actively showing interest in our threads, I don’t mind shorter ones. Please never feel obligated or pressured to match my length. I’m here to build a story with you, not to judge you on how much you can write.
* 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. PLEASE TAKE YOUR TIME. I do not mind waiting for replies at all & I understand that life comes up & not everyone can sit to write everyday. I’ll never take it personally or try to pressure you. Please do things at your own pace & know there’s never a time limit or deadline on when to reply to our threads.
vi. Regarding Godmoding — I am generally alright with these kind of interactions given my muses occupation & canon encounters with those more inhuman. But it all boils down to communication on how smoothly it’ll go. I don’t mind my muse being manhandled ( shoved / pushed / grabbed / etc. ) or injured / wounded, but please allow me to write my muse’s reactions in turn.
Generally I will keep things vague & not as descriptive if we haven’t written together long or haven’t plotted things that far, & if I ever do plan to take a thread in a more violent direction, I will message you beforehand to make sure it’s alright — I expect this in return as well. If I ever do something in a thread you don’t like or that you think is unlikely, message me & I’ll edit my post. Again. I expect the same courtesy extended my way — communication is key.
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Hi! I’ve been getting a lot of attention on my lava monster post thanks to PM Seymour and am happy to have some new followers on board! I was actually going to delete the post before I saw it made it into their recent vid but have since decided to keep it.
For all my new followers: Welcome!
I’ve made this disclaimer once on my pinned post but I’ll make it again here: I post very sporadically on this blog and only when I have something worth sharing, be it art or writing pertaining to my OCs. If you’re following me and are interested in my project, feel free to check out some of my older posts on this blog. But please be patient and prepared for long wait times in between posts.
That being said, I currently have something in the works that I can’t wait to share with you. No, it’s not the lava monster. That’s distant future stuff, for now. ;)
I don’t interact with other users on this blog as that just creates clutter but I will respond to notes using my main blog @captain-crackship. So if Captain Crackship claims to be the OP on any of my posts, take it from me, they’re legit.
Any questions you have about me or my project (or your crackships!) can be directed to @captain-crackship‘s ask box. I will make sure to tag accordingly. Again, thank you for checking out my blog and I can’t wait to share more with you in the near future!
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BLOG INFORMATION FOR MOBILE USERS
This pinned post is specially made for mobile users, so they have access to important blog information. I’ll update this post whenever it’s needed.
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Blog status: Low activity (Blog under construction!)
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Other blogs: @kyuusou, @bibibooks , @kazenofuji, @tennome, @hakkouname, and @awai-no-yuurei
RULES:
1. VERY IMPORTANT: As a result of having dyslexia, impaired vision, and eye illnesses, I ask my roleplay partners to be considerate of this. Ideally, using a capital letter at the start of each new sentence in our interaction would be great. I don’t care for the size of the text, the icon size, or anything else. If aesthetics are important to you, I fully understand and will try to work with them.
2. This is an independent, selective, and canon divergent Izumi Uchiha roleplay blog from the manga and anime series Naruto.
3. This blog is original character, multiple Muse, and crossover friendly. I do ask for an about page with minimum effort regarding original characters. While I’m multi-Muse friendly, I want to add; I’ll follow a multi-blog only for certain Muses. This may change depending on the Muses offered over time.
4. God modding, etc., isn’t something I particularly enjoy, and I ask not to do so. If you’re unsure about anything, please don’t be afraid to private message me. I might as well add: I’m far from perfect, and if I ever do something that is a no-no for you in writing, please private message me!
5. I’m of age, and content that isn’t safe for work will be written here and tagged accordingly. This goes from gore to sexual intent and anything in between. I’ll not write with minors and ask them not to interact with me.
6. About shipping and more, I’m open to romantic shipping, but chemistry is required between our Muses. As I’m a multi-ship blog, each romantic ship has its own universe by default. Outside of romantic ships, I love to develop all sorts of ships with Izumi!
I'll only romantically ship with three of the same Canon Muses! I'm going to be picky about this.
I’m not comfortable writing about sex itself, and if anything happens, I’ll ask for it to fade to black. As I’m not interacting with minors, it should be self-explanatory that NSFW will only be written with adults.
If it’s plot or background-related, mentioning darker topics regarding sexual content is alright with me, but please don’t drop this on me without warning me first. For example, the mention of rape without warning will startle me. It’s a trigger.
7. Seeing as English isn’t my native language, I can’t guarantee that mistakes won’t happen, and I ask that you not be an icky person about it.
8. To keep this role-play blog enjoyable for myself and others, anonymous hate, etc., will be ignored. You’re more than welcome to give me constructive criticism, but please, no destructive criticism.
Having been a victim of callout culture myself while wrongly accused back in 2015, I’ll not participate in any of this! That being said, I’m perfectly capable of deciding whether a callout is warranted or not. I apologise for the strict tone here, but I’ve seen and experienced firsthand how a callout can ruin someone, especially when they’re wrongly accused.
9. I’ve got a phobia and several triggers. My phobia is molluscophobia (fear of snails and slugs), and my triggers are rape, strangling, drowning. All of these things make me highly uncomfortable.
While Katsuyu is a slug and the summoning of Tsunade and Sakura, I ask that you not describe it in full detail when it’s summoned.
10. I don’t tolerate out-of-character hate against LGBT+ or any other hate regarding race, religion, or the like. I say OOC because, in writing, it can happen. For a quick example, my Hyuuga OC held a grudge against Kumogakure for a long time due to the Hyuuga Affair.
11. Mun isn’t Muse! Izumi is unique, with her own personality and personal opinions. Please don’t confuse my in-character writing with my out-of-character writing. Again, Mun isn’t Muse!
12. I don’t send out passwords, as I always read my role-play partner’s rule page.
Miscellaneous:
My time zone is CET (Central European Time)
My tracking tag is Gurengan
Out of character will usually be tagged as OOC
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Hello! The puppeteer is here; I’m Myttie! I’m a ciswoman and use she / her pronouns. Because of my mental health, my activity isn’t consistent; I’m a sporadic role-player with a tendency toward low activity. Don’t be afraid to hit me up through IM or Askbox. I like to chit-chat and get to know my RP partner better. I’m a friendly and ditsy person who likes to role-play and have fun! That’s all. Thank you for reading!
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✿ ❀ Introduction and Masterlist ❀ ✿
hey there, i’m enna, 26y/o and finally decided to make a masterlist. a good chunk of my content is nsfw so mdni please. (´・ᴗ・ ` ) i'm not a native speaker, so please bear with me.
for the past three years i’ve only really written in german, so please bear with me. currently, i’m mostly writing for tokyo revengers. but expect some magi and jjk as well.
my twitter: here
RULES
• again, mdni with any of the nsfw content!
• i will tag all of my posts with „blacksun judar writes“
• my asks are always open (´・ᴗ・ ` )
• i write for almost any kink. however, no fem!dom, scat, feet, vore, pet play or anything involving omegaverse, hybrid and bestiality.
• some of the content is potentially triggering and i’ll try to tag accordingly. if I ever miss something please lmk!
• i don’t condone any sort of violence, abuse or morally reprehensible behavior irl. this is purely fictional.
• will mainly write for
tokyorev: bonten trio, kazutora, baji, mikey
magi: hakuryuu and judar
jjk: choso, toji, getou and gojo
• absolutely NO nsfw content involving minors.
• i will not tolerate any form of hate.
Masterlist
nsfw: ✣
Tokyo Revengers
Rindou relationship hcs w/ rindou ✣ (n)sfw alphabet - a, b / ( ✣ ) a, c, g (n)sfw alphabet - h, u, y / ( ✣ ) k, z
Ran relationship hcs w/ ran (✣) sfw alphabet - f, i, k, m & t
Sanzu relationship hcs w/ sanzu (✣) sfw alphabet - f, i, k, m & t
Akkun (n)sfw alphabet - a, g, i / s, t (✣)
Magi
Judar ideal s/o & relationship hcs x artist!s/o courting hcs
... more to follow
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hello!! i was wondering if u had a werewolf tag for fics? i would search it but not sure how to use tumblr that well :)) if not do u have recs? LOVE U HAVE A NICE DAY<333
hi babes! i don't have one here... damn that's a fucking great idea. hahaha i'm HORRIBLY unorganized when it comes to tags for fics on tumblr. i mostly use ao3 for the organization of fics. so! that said, i defo DO have recs for you!
you didn't specify pairing, which makes me smile because i get to rec rare pairs in addition to larry and hope you read them hehe okay, here we go!
He Carries The Key by me (8k, NR, niall/louis) - this fic is the only one of mine i'll include, okay? promise haha but it is also one i wrote for wordplay just a week or two ago and it's werewolves and a pack fic and i just had a lot of fun. very soft. much fluff. many feels. i hope you enjoy. lol
There's Fur Everywhere by @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry (4k, G, Harry/Louis) - this is a 5 times fic, and it's HYSTERICAL. it feels slightly spoilery for me to even be including it on this list, but also... it's still fucking hilarious. emmu is queen of the crack fic that makes you feel all the soft and wonderful things, and she doesn't disappoint with this one.
I Hear Them Calling for You by @jaerie / jaerie (6k, E, Harry/Louis) - this fic is... not for everyone. like at all. please please please read the tags and the summary and if you don't like it or it makes you uncomfortable, then close right out of it. as for ME i loved what she explored with it, all the emotions and the story and worldbuilding of it all. i thought it was fantastic and incredibly interesting. it is A/B/O, pack fic with claiming and... yeah. it's amazing.
Campus Creatures by @kingsofeverything / kingsofeverything and @louandhazaf / YesIsAWorld (25k, E, Harry/Louis) - werewolves! vampires! fae! university! frat houses! science research positions being vied for! enemies to lovers! like... not sure what more you could ASK for, but there's also a fuck ton of humor and nudity and sexual tension and... it's just a lot of fun. can't go wrong, really. haha
From What I've Tasted of Desire by @evilovesyou / 4ureyesonly28 (72k, T, Harry/Louis) - okay so i'm including this one even though like... harry and louis aren't werewolves. but it's a twilight au, so there ARE werewolves and i'm ASSUMING you know twilight and therefore know that means you know they're pretty involved and... that's true for this fic too. ahha for real, though, i love evi's writing and this fic was one of my first introductions to it and it was a fun read, so i wanted to include it in case it had enough of the werewolf flair to entice you haha
Compete Against the Stars by @daggerandrose / amomentoflove (31k, M, Harry/Louis) - omg okay so this one is like ANGSTY AF and i FUCKING LOVE IT because it's one of those fics that you HOPE you have figured out, and you probably do, but also there's SO many twists and turns to it all that you just have NO idea how it's all gonna work out and omg are they gonna just ruin it all for themselves by being stupid and ahhhhh the tension of just FIGURING OUT HOW THEY GET IT ALL TO WORK OUT!!! and of course it does. hahaha but HOW??? this is a RIDE and in my mind feels like a longer fic than 31k in the best of ways, they did an amazing job of packing a LOT of world building and storytelling into those 31k.
the straight for your heart (wolfpack au) series by foreverkneeld and foundfamilyvevo (96k, T/G, Multiple or No pairings including Niall/Louis, Zayn/Liam, OT5, and Shawn/Niall) - This series is the ultimate hurt/comfort and healing pack fic series omg. it was recommended to me when i was in a super hard time and my anxiety was so bad i couldn't focus on anything. These short fics that all focused so much on healing and found family were exactly what i needed. so so soft, so lovely. I still haven't read them all because i'm saving them for when i need them. they're glorious.
when the air ran out and we both started running wild by darlingjustdont (48k, M, Nick/Louis) - OMG OKAY LISTEN THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVS. a tomlinshaw werewolf pack fic?! ahhhhhhhhh i was SO happy when i discovered this one. louis is alpha of the pack and things are... shaky, shall we say. there's a lot going on that he's worried about and then he meets nick and it's kind of enemies to lovers? okay, more than kind of. but omg the FEELS. SO. MANY. FEELS. but also danger and a;lsdgkhas;ldfkja just please read this and rave with me because i don't have many i can talk about this one with and i LOVE IT.
You Smell Like by mystic_believexx (185k, M, Harry/Louis) - i had no idea this fic was so long hahahaha wow ANYWAY louis is human, but he's always been close with harry and therefore basically a part of his pack. but then one day harry leaves and louis kind of accidentally becomes the pack alpha. even though he's human. but there's SO much more to it. there's just sooooo much with the friendship and the pack bond as well as the danger and trying to figure out what the hell is going on... it's just a LOT and one of those epic fics that i still think about even though i read it...a year and a half ago i guess. but it's amazing and i highly recommend it if the word count doesn't scare you away haha
Canyon Moon by @eeveelou / delsicle (41k, E, Harry/Louis) - this is a lion king au, made a/b/o werewolves! i really enjoyed this one a lot, actually, because i could absolutely see the parallels, but also the way it was adapted made it so it wasn't always obvious how it would all play out. it was a really interesting and cool world building as well.
The Truth I Can't Explain (Smoke and Mirrors) by @fallinglikethis / FallingLikeThis (9k, M, Harry/Louis) - ohhhhh this one is SO cool cause it's by tabby so she made it incredibly fun and fascinating to try to figure out. there's magic and mages and werewolves and feuds and they're basically on the eve of battle and holy cow it's just SO cool.
One Touch Is Never Enough by @kingsofeverything / kingsofeverything (4k, E, Harry/Louis) - once again lauren delivers and there's just so much i keep giggling about with this because it is SO fun. there's a lot that louis is dealing with in this fic hahaha and the way she writes it all is so funny. the poor man just wants a fucking massage! lololol it's lighthearted, humorous, and basically filled with fluff, crack, and smut. hahaha
Knot Safe For Work by @jaerie / jaerie (6k, E, Harry/Louis) - a;sldkgha;lfdkjas listen i forgot about this fic until i found it in my bookmarks for werewolves because jenna writes so many fucking amazing fics that when i think of werewolves, i think of at least two others first, but i could NOT do this rec without this fic because now that i remember it exists i am going to have to go and read it again! hahaha harry's a werewolf, louis is a wizard, there's knotting dildos and table sex and... just read it. lolol
Saving's What I Need by @jaerie / jaerie (17k, M, Harry/Louis) - writer louis is out for a drive one day and he hits a dog. THIS POOR DOG! he takes it to the vet and tries his best to take care of it... but things are not as they seem. because yeah, harry is defo not a dog. lollllll this fic was hilarious and sweet and omg there's just so much to love about it. there were so many more emotions in it than i expected. loooove!
Out of the Wild by @jaerie / jaerie (22k, E, Harry/Louis) - this fic has such fun world building, which is actually a huge strength of jenna's fics and you'll hear me rave about it with all 50 of her fics that will end up on this rec list (not really 50, but ya know lol). louis is a fairly wild and undomesticated wolf and harry's from the city and they end up as roommates during the x factor process. oh my word this fic is so fun because of all the challenges they're going through PLUS the wolf side of things and just... the way they work together and navigate it all as well as falling for each other is pure gold.
Out With The Old, In With The New by, you guessed it, @jaerie / jaerie (7k, E, Harry/Louis) - listen, just. this one is smutty as hell and it's gonna take you some places that some people will be uncomfortable with, which is totally valid and fair. please be sure to read the tags and make your decision on whether or not to read accordingly, but also know that its written in a super interesting way that is also pretty amazing if you do decide to give it a shot. lol
Instincts by @marastarfar / StarFar ( 100k so far - it's a WIP!, T, Harry/Louis) - omg listen. i LOVE mara's fics so much and when this first posted it was a one shot little thing that was FASCINATING. i loved it! and then i was happily surprised when i learned more was added to it. and then it was turned into a wip and omg i am so far behind now but i trust mara with my life because i love everything i've read by them and what i've read of this so far is INCREDIBLE so just. yeah. lollll
There's a Power in What You Do by @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry (7k, T, Harry/Louis) - i just read my comment i left on this one and it was just mainly me begging for time stamps because there wasn't any way for her to improve upon the perfection of this fic (nesting! softness! even a silly comment in her endnotes to perfectly cap it all!), but i still wanted to remain in the story just a bit longer and learn more about them. hahaha anyway, those time stamps aren't happening, but this fic is still complete perfection.
amaryllis by @hattalove / hattalove (147k, E, Harry/Louis) - for a long time this was thought of as THE werewolf fic. if anyone was talking about a werewolf fic, it was probably this one. is that still the case? probably. i'm not sure. ANYWAY. there's a REASON it was THE werewolf fic and that's because this is amazing. it sucks you in and you feel like you're truly a part of the action. it's filled with the vibe of found family and wanting to figure out what happened while also adjusting to your new life and just... so many feelings. so much angst. SO fantastically epic.
#fic rec#my fic rec#werewolves#werewolves fic rec#love me a good werewolf fic mmhmm#i think i'm missing some of my favs#at least one by jenna#cause it might be tagged shifters instead of werewolves#i guess those are slightly different huh#anyway#i'll leave it here
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Truth in the Tales: The Beach Episode and Blackbeard
So how about that season two trailer? (Check out my analysis here.) I can't wait to cover that season when it comes out (it'll be my first proper live canon, too!), but first I need to finish up season one. So here we go, a short post for a short episode.
Hi, I'm A.D., I'm a history student, and this week's Truths are about a real-life, actual goddamn motherfucking pirate! These lessons won't be comprehensive, but always encourage people to go and do research on their own, and I'm always happy to elaborate if asked!
Once again, I’m using the Tales from the SMP carrd to get these episodes. The carrd is credited to @casinoarc on Tumblr, but if that’s not right, I’ll figure out who it actually is and link accordingly. With all the credits and citations I’m fixin’ to use, it’ll be a wonder if this makes it into the tags at all…
(Image: Blackbeard.)
The episode stars Karl Jacobs, BadBoyHalo, Dream, GeorgeNotFound, Ranboo, and Sapnap as pirates. It takes place at an unknown time and follows the pirates as their beach party transitions into "Captain Blockbeard's treasure hunt" when they discover a beached pirate ship. The episode involves the participants heading to multiple locations to discover clues and ultimately find the treasure.
The episode stars Karl Jacobs, BadBoyHalo, Dream, GeorgeNotFound, Ranboo, and Sapnap as pirates. It takes place at an unknown time and follows the pirates as their beach party transitions into "Captain Blockbeard's treasure hunt" when they discover a beached pirate ship. The episode involves the participants heading to multiple locations to discover clues and ultimately find the treasure.
Part One: Blackbeard
Blockbeard? More like Blackbeard, ammiright? Very imaginative, Karl....
Anybody who's anybody knows about famed pirate captain Blackbeard. He's one of the most famous pirates in history, and the story of his death is maybe even more amazing than stories about his life.
Blackbeard's real name was maybe Edward Teach, and he was born in maybe 1680 in maybe Bristol, England. It's not really certain; records of pirates' history are generally clouded by legend. What we do know is that he was certifiably British, and he was a certified nutjob.
Supposedly, he was a privateer prior to his pirating career. A privateer, put simply, is a government-sponsored pirate. They attacked enemy ships for profit. While not specifically paid by the government, they were basically allowed to go as far as they wanted so long as the enemy ship was left in shambles. It's hard to really tell a privateer from a pirate from a buccaneer, with famous figures from the Golden Age of Piracy (1650s-17530s) being made up of all three (William Kidd, Blackbeard, Calico Jack, Jean Lafitte, Henry Morgan, etc.)
(Image: Edward Teach (Black Beard), Walking the plank, from the "Pirates of the Spanish" series (N19), cigarette card by Allen & Ginter.)
Blackbeard first appeared as a pirate proper around the year 1716. In 1717, he captured a French ship and converted it into his famous ship, the Queen Anne's Revenge. His reign of terror was focused in the Caribbean Sea and its various islands, and the coasts of Virginia and the Carolinas. Nobody really knows what he got up to between late 1717 and early 1718, but it resulted in his infamy spreading as far as the British crown. That doesn't really come as a surprise considering his reputation of being a completely deranged man.
While not completely accu-rat, this song about sums it up nicely:
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Setting his beard on fire, shooting his own crew members, cutting men's hands off for fun and pleasure, it's no wonder that he's gone down in history as one of the strangest pirates to ever sail the seven seas.
It all had to come to an end, though, and it did in 1718 when he basically violated the terms of a pardon given to him by Governor Charles Eden. At the same time, Virginian governor Alexander Sportswood decided to combine his hatred of North Carolina and his hatred of Blackbeard.
And thus the Virginians headed to North Carolina and initiated contact.
According to Lieutenant Robert Maynard, Blackbeard "drank damnation to me and my men, whom he styled sniveling puppies, saying, he would neither give nor take quarter.”
(Image: The Death of Blackbeard.)
A fierce battle then broke out, which I would rather not recount because, frankly, it doesn't get interesting until Blackbeard's death. The battle only lasted six minutes until Blackbeard fell to British hands. They British cut Blackbeard's head off and chucked his body into the sea. According to legend, his headless body swam several laps around the British ship before sinking to Davy Jones' Locker. His head was hung from the ship's mast, and there it stayed. Thus ends the tale of Blackbeard...
Except for his famous, probably non-existent, treasure. The wreckage of his ship, the Queen Anne's Revenge, wasn't discovered until the 1990s.
So he wasn't successful at all, really. He fucking died. What a loser.
Part Two: Conclusions?
Again, a short post for a shorter episode!
There's not really too much to say about The Beach Episode. It was Sapnap and Ranboo's Tales debut, and it was fun and kicked ass for what it was.
It's pretty obvious that "Blockbeard" takes inspiration from "Blackbeard". As does Blockbeard's mythical treasure. Blackbeard's treasure is famed not for its contents but because of its mystery. No one has been able to find it even after over three hundred years of searching. It was only recently that anyone was able to even find his ship, let alone thousands of modern day dollars' worth of gold, jewels, and other such treasures. Interestingly, it's more likely that Blackbeard's treasure was made up of things that we wouldn't consider treasure to this day. Sugar, namely, something worth more than gold at the time. We take sugar for granted, but it would've been very highly sought after in the Caribbean especially, known for its unfortunate sugar trade.
I could have talked about other pirates, specifically the most successful female pirate of all time, Ching Shih, but it's actually very hard to get reliable information on pirates at all, especially off of the internet. Pirates are a thing of myth and legend these days. Just look at the Pirates of the Caribbean film franchise. No pirates would've been like Jack Sparrow. If they were, they would have been dead where they stood. Most of today's lesson is made up of information from less-than-reliable sources. Namely: the British Navy, and the accounts of the motherfuckers that killed Blackbeard and his crew. Hardly reliable, is it? But that's the thing with history, it's fucking unclear. As a history student, it's my job to sort through truth and tale and get to the root of the matter.
Speaking of which.
Next 'week': The Lost City of Mizu and the Real Life Lost City of Timbuktu
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Made to Match
Frankie Morales x Gender Neutral Reader
Summary: Reader can’t stop stealing Frankie’s hat.
A/N: Hey everyone- this is my sixteenth fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April!!!! This is just a very fluffy sweet little fic I wrote for Frankie 😌 Side note- I wanted to thank everyone for being so kind after my last post ranting about my emotional breakdown today, thank you- so much it means a lot. Feel free to leave me an anon about anything here- I love hearing from people about anything (I promise I don’t bite lol) Thanks for reading and hope y’all enjoy!
Warnings: Frankie gets a little frisky by gettinbf close to grabbing Reader’s ass & one or two swear words
Main Masterlist Word Count: 1.5k
“You can’t keep stealing my hat!” Frankie shouted at you as you ran away from him with his hat perched on your head. All you did was giggle and scurry away faster.
You ran into your shared bedroom, looking around frantically for a quick place to hide. Realistically you knew Frankie would find you in a heartbeat, he had been trained to track stealthier people throughout his career. You were definitely no challenge considering you couldn’t even keep your mouth shut and stop laughing.
It was funny to see him pretend to get mad each time you’d pluck it off of his head, even though the look in his eyes showed how much he liked it.
The quickest place to hide was in the closet you both shared, choosing to hide in between both of your racks of hanging clothes. You posited that he might not check here, both of you preferred wearing the more casual clothes folded neatly in the dresser. The only thing Frankie regularly wore that was in here was a few of his nice flannels that he didn’t want getting creases in. He was never in here, so he wouldn’t think to check here
It was quiet, definitely too quiet. You bit your lip while holding your breath, afraid that he might somehow hear you. The silence was tense, your mind over analyzing every small noise you heard.
A small creak from the floorboards made you tense up even more, you were sure Frankie was close. That was soon after confirmed to you by a loud shout to scare you out of your hiding place, “Boo!”
Even though you had known he was close you still couldn’t help but let out a short scream, adrenaline now coursing through your veins as a result of being startled. Your shout dissolved back into laughter that infected the room once your mind fully processed that it was only Frankie. He pulled you out from the rack with a gentle grip on your wrist, starting to tickle your sides as soon as you emerged. The sounds of each other's laughter were addicting to both you and Frankie. You did have to eventually beg when tears came to your eyes, “I yield! You can have your hat back!”
He popped it off your head, plopping it back down where it belonged on his head. You draw your lips into the biggest pout you could manage, though you weren’t actually upset of course. It was fun to pull Frankie’s leg even if he knew you were pretending right off the bat.
“But- I look the best in it.” Frankie’s look on his face told you that your fake pout and dramatic words weren't swaying him at all.
“I don’t disagree with you. But, it’s still mine,” He teased, “Besides, mine is too big on you, you need one that fits better.”
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Frankie’s passing comment about getting you a baseball cap for yourself hadn’t stuck with you for very long, certainly not 2 months after. You had stolen his hat many times since then, it was too fun not too.
It was the furthest thing from your mind as you filled out some meaningless paperwork at your kitchen table. You were getting bored to tears, filling in blanks that basically just repeated the same information over and over again until you reached the end. You audibly sighed in relief when Frankie came in through the front door, back from work for the evening.
He set down his truck keys on the kitchen table, carefully avoiding revealing something he obviously was holding behind his back. He hadn’t said anything to you yet besides a simple greeting and telling you he missed you. Instead, deciding to stand, patiently waiting for you to finish what you were doing.
“What are you doing?” You questioned not bothering to finish the paperwork for now, standing up as he rocked back on his heels .
“I- Umm have something for you…” He pushed a package in your hand that he had been hiding behind his back after his admission. When he handed you his pocket knife to open the package you tore into it, carefully of course, in case it was something fragile. In the box held a hat, one that looked suspiciously similar to the one sat on his head. You pulled it out of the box, inspecting it in your hands, realizing it was an exact match for his.
“You got this for me?” You squeaked and he nodded in return, while you flipped it over in your hands, looking at every inch. It had a similar patch on the front that had the same ‘Standard Heating & Oil’ on the front. At first looking at it you thought he might have gotten it custom made for you, until you realized it was well loved just as his was. Well, maybe not as much considering Frankie’s hat had fallen apart at the seams until you had fixed it with some new stitching. It must have taken a while to track down a real one with the exact same logo as his. Your curiosity was peaked so you asked, “Where did you get this?”
He shifted his eyes back and forth, getting a little nervous that you might not like it. He did eventually find the words to tell you, “I was looking on um- EBay for one and then I happened to find one at a thrift store while looking for new flannels.”
“I- I love it, thank you so much baby.” You gasped in excitement and leaned forward to press a kiss to his burning cheeks. Something about it being made at a similar time as his made it all the more special, glad that Frankie was blessed with serendipity.
Frankie then shyly asked, “Can I put it on you?”
Almost immediately you answered, “Yes!” Frankie still looked rather bashful at your response, tugging his own cap down before grabbing your new one. Something about you being excited for his little gifts always seemed to make him extremely bashful, like he felt he didn’t deserve your praise. You made it your mission to change that each time he added to the list of little things that made you love him even more.
“This one will fit better on you than mine.” Your eyes went soft, the gesture so sweet that you suddenly wanted to cry for some reason. Frankie was always a very sweet man, each time he did something like this your heart melted into a puddle on the floor no matter how many times he’s done it.
He takes the bill of your new hat and places it on your head, swatting your hands away when you move to push it down so he could do it himself. The hat fits perfectly on your head, almost so perfect that you wouldn’t be surprised if Frankie had measured your head while you were sleeping and adjusted it accordingly. He tapped the top of the bill once while looking down at you with his own hat snug on his head making you giggle.
Moving his hands again to now smooth over the tops of your shoulders he inspected the fit of it with a smile. “It looks perfect- you look perfect.”
Bringing your lips to Frankie’s you then gave him a soft kiss while cupping his scratchy cheeks. It was slightly awkward to maneuver the bills of your caps to be able to have your lips meet properly, the corners of Frankie’s eyes crinkling in amusement as you huffed trying to adjust your mouth on his. You did eventually find the perfect angle to tilt both of your heads without bonking the curved bills together.
Sighing into the kiss, Frankie reciprocated, deepening it a little bit more. His hands were always wandering, trailing down from your shoulders to the small of your back, low enough that he was almost grabbing your ass. You couldn’t seem to stop giggling, something that Frankie loved, even while kissing.
“What are you doing?” You repeated your question from earlier, much more teasingly this time while his hand travelled down further.
“Nothing…” The way the pitch in his voice rose you could tell that was a lie. You quirked your eyebrow up at him in question, silently calling him a liar. He withered underneath your gaze and admitted, “Alright- maybe it’s something but, you just look so good in your hat.”
Teasing him was almost too easy sometimes, you could get him to be flustered with just a few simple words or even none at all, “Mmmm alright I’ll let it go, I do like this hat on me too. Thanks again for getting it for me baby.”
You both kept standing in your embrace like time had stopped ticking by, just enjoying the presence of the other. The hat was an amazing present from Frankie, matching perfectly with him. But, you weren’t going to lie, you'd miss stealing his hat so he would chase you around the house. You brought your head out from where it was tucked in his shoulder to ask, “Can I still steal yours sometimes?”
“Of course, but only if you let me steal yours.” You nodded your head, with a smile of course because there was almost never a time when you didn’t smile when you were around Frankie. Now you and Frankie would always match, like two peas in a pod.
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I know this kind of announcement isn't common on tumblr but I don't have many friends who know me as well as some of you do, and I don't really feel I have anywhere/anyone else I can really be 100% honest in how I feel about this.
I'm pregnant!
I'll be tagging my pregnancy posts with "#pregnancy" so go ahead and block that tag if you don't want to hear about it at all. I don't know if I'm going to talk about it much, but I do already have a couple posts drafted because being pregnant has made me think about some things I wanted to rant about.
If you're happy to hear more about this, I've got some details under the cut.
I'm 7 weeks along. ish. I’m irregular, so the normal way of dating a fetus isn’t all that accurate for me. For those who know how it works: I do know when I ovulated (this is why I took a pregnancy test so early. normally, I could have gone another two weeks without my period before testing), and I’ve adjusted the age accordingly. I’ll adjust again if the ultrasound disagrees.
I’m due in July.
I found out just under three weeks ago, but I only got really faint positive lines on the tests for a few days. It took nearly a week to get a strong positive test.
This wasn't planned.
I'd like to keep the baby. My fear of pregnancy has nothing to do with how much this baby will be loved if I’m able to raise it.
But, I'm not sure if I can handle the pregnancy (or even if we can afford it). I've only had symptoms for a week and I've been way beyond miserable.
I’m both excited and terrified. I’m pretty sure I’ll do fine as a mother, but the idea of giving birth scares me to death.
I’m hoping for a girl, but only because I can’t come up with a boy name I like well enough. I’ve had two girl’s names planned for years. I don’t actually care, especially since their agab may not reflect who they will become.
If you’d like to support me emotionally- right now, I’m looking for... subdued excitement? Like, maybe 60-75% strength? I’m a little afraid of getting too excited since the chance of miscarriage is still really high and I’m not reacting to pregnancy well. If I (or my body) decide to terminate, I don’t know exactly what I’ll need at that point. I’ll be sad, but I don’t really know what the sad/relieved ratio will be.
If you’d like to support me financially- I appreciate it, but I believe we’ll be okay. If this changes, I’ll go ahead and set something up, but for now, there are plenty of other people out there who need financial help more than I do. If people really want me to, I may post the baby registry as we get closer to the due date.
#Jason- if you see this before Christmas‚ no you didn't#also#there will be a zero tolerance policy on shaming and judging#anti-choicers can fuck off#pregnancy#mine#and as always-#do let me know if i've failed to tag something when i promised to do so#i'm very forgetful and will be even more so due to pregnancy stuff#I've been editing this on and off for over a day now#i really hope it reads alright#i've read it so many times that i can't register the changes anymore#which probably means i've got a string of offensive words in here#that only ended up in that order because i cut and pasted incorrectly in that area#or i forgot to reword something#idk how that happens to me so often#but i have literally called out a child for being poorly behaved#when i meant to say the exact opposite#because i was being rushed for dinner and didn't properly proofread my final draft#i even tagged her parents in the comment...#and didn't get back to it for another three hours#anyway it's well past my bedtime#i'm just gonna post this and deal with any issues tomorrow
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Feliz Naga-dad
Hello AKA! :3
So, after I saw the post with the snake climbing the tree and read your tags, I was inspiried to write a Naga Sans x Reader one-shot based on your idea. I then added a little Christmas spin to it for the holidays. I hope you enjoy my little Christmas gift to you, and thank you so much for all the amazing content you make throughout the year!
Merry Christmas! - Cal
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You could still hear them.
The shrill laugh of your aunt who may or may not have had too much eggnog. Your mom’s sweet but stern voice calling your dad to come help her in the kitchen. Your tiny cousin’s squealing as one races to catch the other. Even the blaring Christmas music is audible through the house’s thin suburban walls. Sure it’s muffled, but as much as the wind tries to drown the merriment out with it’s howling, you could still hear it clearly from your old tire swing. You felt as if you were inside with them.
But you aren't.
No. You were outside, in the dim moonlight, in your parent’s backyard, alone. Why? Because you felt better being alone outside with just you and the moon, than alone inside with your parents and relatives. Not that you hated your family or Christmas or anything like that. You just . . . didn’t feel as happy as the rest of them. You didn’t have the same “holiday spirit”. So feeling left out and guilty for not having fun like everyone else, you slipped outside for some fresh air and silence.
Only the air isn’t fresh or silent. The low babble of noise is a constant reminder of what you’re missing out on, and the bitter wind makes you feel as cold and empty as you do within. Tightening your grip on your childhood swing, you rock back and forth, grazing your feet against the ground. You stare blankly at the forest beyond the old fence a few feet away, wallowing in your self-inflicted misery.
There isn't even any snow.
It always snowed in time for Christmas. But tonight is Christmas eve and there’s not so much as a flurry. In fact, it had been unusually warm right up until a week ago. Then all of the cold that this area had expected since October suddenly poured over the mountain peaks surrounding it. But still, not a single snowfall. Logically you know it’s because of abnormal weather patterns and such, but you feel the real reason is because even the snow knows that this Christmas is different.
It's different because this is your first Christmas coming home from university. Having arrived just yesterday, you had missed doing so much. You’d missed helping your mom with the community cookie drive. You’d missed decorating the tree and drinking eggnog with dad. You’d missed watching your little cousin’s school pageant. And instead of spending tonight watching your favorite Christmas movies until 1 a.m, your mom decided to host a family party since you’re in town, effectively ruining the last Christmas tradition you hadn’t missed.
You sniffled, barely able to feel the tears streaming down your numb cheeks.
You know you should be inside enjoying the holiday with the people you love . . . but you can’t bring yourself to do it. Not when it all felt so wrong- so unlike Christmas. You wish you could feel happy like them. You wish Christmas had stayed the same and nothing had changed. You wish you weren’t crying outside in the cold darkness, freezing your bare fingers off, and spending your Christmas eve feeling so utterly alone-
CRACK
You jolt in your seat. Blinking back to reality, you squint in the direction of the sound. That direction being directly in front of you. You wonder if maybe it was just a blustery wind snapping a dead branch. But as you look, you think you see one of the bushes jostling like it was being tugged at by an animal. It could be a neighbor’s dog or cat that got stuck, or maybe a woodland creature from the nearby mountain. In case it was the former, you stiffly stood up and walked a few steps toward it.
“Hello?” you call out softly. You don’t expect a response, but you hope if it really is an animal, that it would react to your voice.
Nothing.
You wait a few more seconds, staring hard at the bush, when you finally spot the creature. At least, you think that’s an animal you’re looking at. You can’t see it’s silhouette, but you can make out two white dots. Probably the moon reflecting off the dark pupils of a lost puppy or a scared doe. You ignore how intensely they stare back and smile at it, hunching over so that you wouldn’t frighten it away.
“Hey . . . it’s okay. Come‘ere. I won’t hurt you, I promise,” you say, holding out your hand.
If it’s a deer, then your approach will probably frighten it away, but if it’s a dog like you hope, then your calm voice and outstretched hand should be enough to coax it to come to you.
But the creature doesn’t move toward either the forest or you. It just keeps staring. It was so still that you wonder if it’s just the moonlight tricking your eyes. But you wouldn’t give up yet. Maybe it really was stuck inside the bush somehow. If so, you had to help it- otherwise it’ll freeze to death in this cold.
Taking another step forward, you try again.
“Are you stuck? Just hang on and I’ll . . . help . . . y-you . . .”
You falter as the two white dots slowly rise into the air, never breaking eye contact with you. You stand up straight, but the dots keep going higher, forcing you to tilt your head up to look at it. It slipped from out of the shadows and stood underneath the pale light, letting you see what kind of creature stood before you.
It was a skeleton.
It towered over the fence, over you. The bones of its body looked thicker than any human skeleton you’d seen and it’s large head was rounder too. It’s teeth glistened as it smiled at you, but the smile felt fake and not-so-friendly. And the white dots staring at you weren’t reflecting off it’s eyes- they were its eyes. At least, they seemed to function like pupils within it’s hollow sockets. They stared right through you.
Your own eyes widen with terror as you slowly stumble backwards. Your brain wasn’t convinced the skeleton was real, but your gut told you that it was and your body acted accordingly, trying to put as much distance between you and the threat. It occurs to you to scream for help, but your voice is stuck in your throat. With a thud, your back hits the tree behind you, stopping your steady retreat.
The entire time the skeleton stayed still. It’s gaze never left yours, but it hadn’t reacted to you since it moved. You felt a small spark of hope. Maybe it wasn’t going to harm you? Maybe it's just curious? But even if that's true, you didn’t want to spend another moment outside with it. Sprinting the twenty feet to the house was your safest bet, but also your biggest gamble. That left you with only one other choice: your old, dilapidated tree house.
Maneuvering your hands behind you, you felt the wooden blocks that made up the ladder to the fort above. They were nailed into the tree itself, so they would be able to support your weight, right? You’re pretty thin as it is. And while the tree house isn't the best escape route, it is the closest. You remain rooted to the spot with indecision, your shallows breaths creating a barely visible vapour in the air.
The crackling of leaves and twigs break the tense silence as the skeleton starts moving towards you.
Instantly you spin around and start climbing. The bark catches on your coat and the splintering wood scratches up your hands, but you don’t care. You’re just desperate to get away from the creature. Even if it isn’t real and you aren’t in any danger, you are driven by pure fear now. Fortunately or unfortunately the tree house isn't that high and you reach the top in a matter of seconds. Pulling yourself up through the hole above you and onto the creaky floor, you sit on your knees and pant heavily.
You made it.
But as safe as you feel in the darkness of your old tree house, you know you aren’t truly safe. Not yet. The skeleton is still down there, and it knows where you are. ̶Y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶s̶c̶r̶e̶w̶e̶d̶.̶ As much as you want to curl up and close your eyes in the vain hope that doing so would make it go away, you have to check. You have to make sure it’s gone. So lying flat on your stomach, you grip the edge of the opening and peer down.
You gasp sharply.
The skeleton is still down there alright. It stands directly below you, looking up with its unblinking stare. But that isn’t why you gasped. The reason for your shock started at its hips and extended far beyond, looping several times around the base of the tree. A tail. It's massive- much wider than you and covered in glimmering blue scales that seemed to dip in between shades when it moved.
It was the snake from the mountain.
The one you grew up hearing rumors about. A giant snake monster that no one had seen, but somehow everyone knew existed. The one that was always blamed for the disappearance of daring hikers who never returned. The one you thought about as a kid when looking at the mountain through your bedroom window. The skeleton half is a surprise, but you know without a doubt that this is the snake.
You feel a chill colder than the wintery air shiver through your entire body.
Why is it in town? It had never come this close before, and you have lived your entire short life here and you're gonna die here too. Maybe hunger drove it to seek food outside its territory? If so, you were the perfect snack for it, just sitting all alone in the cold night. Then in a blind panic, you’d trapped yourself in your small, defenseless tree house, allowing it to easily climb up and eat you. You feel your throat tighten.
Please don’t come up here. Please don’t come up here. Please. Just leave. Don’t climb up here, please. Please!
Finally, the monster breaks eye contact with you and looks at the tree.
Please . . . please just leave. Please go away!
It slowly moves around to the other side of the trunk and out of your line of sight. Your breathing quickens.
Yes! Yes, that’s it! Leave. Go back home and-
The monster suddenly slithered back into view, only this time it was higher.
It stares up at you, locking you in place with it’s gaze as it grips the tree with its boney hands. Meanwhile its tail circles the tree, loop after loop, until all of it is tightly secured around the trunk. Then its skeleton half moved again, before disappearing and reappearing a moment later, now much higher than before- at least half way up the tree.
It was climbing.
You want to scream. You want your parents, your family, anybody, to come rushing outside and save you. But you can’t scream. You can’t even look away as the monster continues to climb higher and higher, its snake tail slowly coiling around the trunk one loop at a time.
It was kinda . . . mesmerizing to watch.
In fact, if you didn't feel so horrified by the reality that every time his tail looped higher up the tree, you were another second closer to your inevitable death, you’d be intrigued by the sight. You can’t help it. You’ve always been fascinated with snakes ever since you were young enough to beg for a pet one. It’s probably why you were so curious about the snake-monster as a child. Now that curiosity is literally about to kill you.
The skeleton half disappears around the tree again, breaking you out of your hypnotic stupor. When it comes back, it’s so close that if you reached out, you could easily touch its skull. The thought sends you scrambling away from the hole. You toss the debris aside and huddle into one of the corners, hugging your knees to your chest. You take one last look at the opening before squeezing your eyes shut. You’re too scared to cry.
This is it.
This is how you will die. At the hands of a creature that up until two minutes ago you didn’t believe really existed. On Christmas Eve. Alone. And it’s all your fault. If only you’d stayed indoors and tried to enjoy the party, instead of stupidly hosting your own little pity-party outside, then your parents wouldn’t have lost their only child on Christmas. You wish you could see them one last time and tell them goodbye, and that you’re sorry you-
“hello.”
Your eyes fly open and flit over to where you heard the deep, whispery voice. Your heart skips a beat as you see the skeleton in the opening. Its hands grasp the edge of the floor while its skull and shoulders protrude out into the room, blocking almost all light from below. But you don’t need light to see its two burning, white eyes staring at you with the same intensity as before. Only now, the bone above its sockets is slightly furrowed like actual eyebrows.
“what’ssss wrong?”
You gawk at the skeleton-snake monster.
It can talk!?
It . . or he (at least, it sounds like a he) is not only sentient, but can actually communicate with you? With english words? Of course, him being not only a snake-skeleton monster, but a talking snake-skeleton monster isn't the craziest part of your situation. But why is he talking? Why hasn’t he just eaten you already? Why is he just staring and . . . and . . .
. . . did he just ask what’s wrong?
You blink, realise you haven’t answered him, and fumble for a response. But words keep slipping past your tongue like a wet bar of soap. How are you even supposed to respond to a question like that!? “Oh, nothing’s wrong Mr. Snake-skeleton, except for the fact that you climbed up here to eat me.” Yeah, that'd go over real swell. Your frazzled mind settles for your automatic response to that question.
“N-nothing’s wr-wrong. I-I’m fine,” you croak.
The skeleton’s eyebrows(?) furrow even more and while he’s still smiling, it feels more like a frown.
Oops. Wrong answer.
“tearssss. why?” he hisses, pointing to his cheek.
You lift your fingertips to your face. It’s still damp from earlier.
He saw you cry? How long had he been there watching you?
As disturbing as that question is, you’re more focused on the monster’s question. More specifically, the way he said it. He sounded curious ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶k̶i̶n̶d̶a̶ ̶c̶o̶n̶c̶e̶r̶n̶e̶d̶?̶ Maybe . . . maybe he isn’t here to eat you. Maybe if you satisfy his curiosity, he’ll go away? It couldn’t hurt to try. Licking your dry lips, you give him the truth.
“I, uh . . I cried b-because I was sad. My . . my family, they’re having f-fun without me, and- and I felt left out and alone . . so I came outside to cry.”
It sounds really stupid now that you say it outloud. Like something an angsty teen instead of a mentally-developed adult would do. You should have told him something more believable- like you had injured yourself. But you’re too overwhelmed trying to process what’s happening to think up a lie.
Fortunately for you, the monster appears to believe you, as his expression changes from ̶c̶o̶n̶c̶e̶r̶n̶ curiosity to a look of . . . understanding? It’s too dark to tell for certain, but you swear you see his eye, uh, lights, soften for a moment. Maybe it’s just your desperation to live, but he looks less like he’s about to eat you the longer you stare at him.
“want to sssstay alone?”
You rub your wet nose on your coat sleeve and look away.
“N-no, I don’t really wanna be alone, but I . . . I d-don’t want to make them feel bad, with me being down ‘n all. It’s better if I just stay out here.”
It’s silent for a few moments. You fiddle with your coat sleeve, hoping your answers were enough to get the monster to leave. But he doesn’t move. You rack your brain for something to say but the skeleton speaks first.
“can i ssssstay?”
You stare at him in disbelief.
Did this ginormous, man-eating monster just ask if he could stay with you?
He was 3 times your size. He could break your neck with just two of his fingers. You have no way of stopping him from killing you, much less to stop him from getting inside the tree house. Yet here he is, asking you permission? You eye him suspiciously and wonder if this was some kind of trick- like how vampires can’t enter a house without being invited in. You choose your next words carefully.
“You . . . you just wanna come in here and . . . sit with me? That’s it? You’re not gonna- kill me and swallow me whole -do anything else?”
The skeleton nods affirmatively.
It’s so deliberate and solemn, that even though you have no reason to, you believe him. You believe that, for whatever odd and bizarre reason, this sentient snake-skeleton monster just wants to sit with you in your decaying old tree house.
You should say no. You should take your chance and tell him to leave. Even if he comes in anyway, at least you tried. You have nothing to lose.
“. . . o-okay.”
Maybe it’s your own curiosity, or your desire to not be completely alone on Christmas eve. Or maybe you just have a death wish. Regardless of whatever forced that one little word past your blue lips, there’s no going back now. You curl your knees tighter to your chest and watch the monster with bated breath.
Like his nod, he’s slow and deliberate as he heaves the rest of his skeleton half through the opening. How he’s able to fit his broad skeleton shoulders through that square hole is a mystery. Your eyes follow him as he drags his way over to the opposite corner. He sitatues himself, placing his hands-claws-in his ‘lap’ and bending his head over despite it still touching the wooden ceiling.
You look over at the opening just as his tail starts to slither in. It spills into the tiny tree house like a tube of toothpaste being squeezed. Only instead of toothpaste, it’s thick coils of shining- no, glowing blue scales. You couldn’t tell before in the moonlight, but in the near darkness of the tree house, you see that the tail itself is glowing and pulsating with a soft azure light. It’s hypnotising to look at, and you feel somewhat disappointed when the tip of the tail finally emerges and settles a few inches away from you.
He’s completely inside now- his enormous tail piling on top of itself in the cramped tree house. You push down your panic as you see that your only escape route is now blocked by his appendage. Despite feeling somewhat claustrophobic and suffocated, you do your best to ignore them and direct your focus to the skeleton.
Just like he said, he’s not . . . doing anything. He’s just sitting and staring at you. He doesn’t even look like he’s breathing. His unwavering stare pierces through you in the darkness, making you feel a bit uncomfortable. Still, he’s not crushing your windpipes and devouring you, so you suppose you’re alright for now.
Yeah . . . you’re fine.
This is fine.
This is . . . .
. . . . awkward.
You glance down at the floor. Should you say something? The monster knows english, but he doesn't seem like much of a conversationalist. What do you even say to a snake-skeleton-monster ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶w̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶f̶e̶n̶d̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶C̶h̶r̶i̶s̶t̶m̶a̶s̶ ̶d̶i̶n̶n̶e̶r̶? Small talk seems kinda pointless. Maybe you could ask if he is-
“cold?”
Your eyes snap back to the monster, only to see he’s no longer looking at your face, but at your hands. They’re trembling. Whether from fear-shot nerves or the cold, you’re not sure. But you are cold if the quiet chatter of your teeth is anything to go by. You glance sheepishly up at the skeleton and nod.
He pats the only space left in the room between your feet and his skeletal body.
“ssssssit.”
Your body tenses up, but the softness in his voice makes you feel as though he doesn’t have any bad intentions. And it’s not like moving out your corner is putting yourself in more danger than you’re already in. After a second or two, curiosity overcomes your caution and you scoot the few inches over to the spot.
Immediately, his tail begins to move. You freeze as fear shoots through you like electricity, leaving you to helplessly watch as his appendage circles around you. It loops twice around your legs before coiling up to your waist. It finally stops with the tip resting in your lap. You wait for it to squeeze you, but it doesn’t. It’s not even that restricting- feeling more like a weighted blanket tucked around you than the deadly grip of a predator trapping its prey.
You gently lower your hands onto his tail, a little bit excited to finally feel his scales. To your surprise, they’re soft and squishy and warm. Like, really warm. The heat radiating from his tail not only seeps into your numb fingers, but your entire body. And is it just your eyes getting used to the dark, or is his tail glowing even brighter all of a sudden? You look up at the skeleton to see him genuinely smiling.
“warm?”
Your eyes widen a bit. He’s attempting to warm you up with his tail! You’re not sure how, since snakes are supposed to be cold-blooded, but you chalk it up to him being a snake-skeleton monster. But as fascinated as you are by this display of his unique biology, you’re more touched by the gesture itself. You let yourself relax and smile back.
“Y-yes, I’m much warmer now, thank you, um . . .”
You falter, realising you don’t know his name. Does he even have one? You decide you could at least give him yours.
“. . I’m (y/n), by the way.”
The lids of his sockets droop, leaving you baffled at how that even works.
“ssssssans. sssssans the sssssskeleton.”
You giggle. You can’t help it. Not only is it a weird name, but he chooses to introduce himself as a skeleton, when at the same time he hisses his ‘s’ like a snake. It just caught you off guard.
“what’ssss sssso funny?”
You stop laughing and cough.
“N-nothing. I just . . . t-this has been a really strange Christmas, that’s all,” you lie, not wanting to insult him for laughing at him.
Sans tilts his skull to the side.
“chrisssstmassss?”
“Y-yeah, Christmas. It’s um, it’s a holiday we humans celebrate. Family and friends get together and exchange gifts in the morning, bake cookies, watch Christmas movies, sing carols, and do lots of other fun stuff,” you explain, hoping you don’t sound condescending.
“carolssss?”
“That’s just a word for Christmas songs. People a long time ago used to stand outside and sing them together and that’s called ‘caroling’. But it’s not very popular to do that anymore. Although . . .”
You trail off, a smile growing on your face as a favorite memory of yours surfaces in your mind.
“. . . when I was a kid, I loved the idea of caroling and wanted to do it, but none of my friends would go with me. So it ended up just being me and my dad. We went to every house on the street and I would go up and sing to them. I only knew two songs by heart and I wasn’t very good at singing. My poor dad had to listen to me squeakily sing the same songs over and over for an hour to our neighbors. But my dad wasn't mortified. He was actually proud of me for spreading Christmas cheer and said that we could do it again next Christmas. So we did, on every single Christmas eve after that. I think we did it until I turned 16. That’s when we started watching Christmas movies instead.”
You finish your story, forgetting all about Sans as you reminisce over your past Christmases. You realise just how much they’ve changed as you’ve grown up. How the old traditions were switched out for new, more age-appropriate ones as the years passed. The changes never made your Christmas any less like a Christmas, just a different kind . . . of . . . one . . .
“can you sssssing?”
His gentle hiss jolts you back to the present.
“Oh . . . u-um . . . you want me to sing a Christmas song for you?”
Sans nods, his fuzzy white lights expanding ever so slightly.
“Uh, okay. Um, let’s see . . .”
You absent-mindedly pick at one of his pliable scales as you try to think of a song you know all the words to. A few come to mind, but “Grandma got run over by a reindeer” doesn't feel very fitting at the moment. Your mind drifts back to your caroling days and you remember singing “Carol of the bells”. You still know all the words to that, right? Probably.
Clearing your throat, you take a deep breath and close your eyes.
“Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells, all seem to say, throw cares away, Christmas is here, bringing good cheer, to young and old, meek and the bold . . .”
Your voice is a bit scratchy at first, but it smoothes out as you continue. Even though you’re singing softly, your voice still sounds loud in the still darkness. You feel self-conscious at first, but that quickly wears off. After all, you’ve sung in front of complete strangers before. If you ignore the fact that this particular stranger is a 20 foot snake monster, then it’s not so different. Actually, you’re quite enjoying yourself. Singing always makes you happy, and as you sit comfortably in the warm coils of this gentle beast, you feel your mood improving.
“. . .merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas . . .”
Your voice fades as you finish singing and the silence returns, feeling even emptier now. You look up at Sans to see his reaction and it’s . . . not what you expected. His eye-socket lids are even lower than before and the white lights in his eyes are the brightest you’ve seen yet. And his smile- it looks so affectionate. You think you see a blue-colored blush on his cheeks, but that could just be the glow from his scales reflecting off his face.
“pretty,” he hums fondly.
Your cheeks suddenly feel warm, and it’s not from the heat his tail is radiating.
“Thank you,” you mumble bashfully. “I . . . it’s my favorite Christmas song. Do you like it? T-the song, I mean?”
“yesssss.” He says, but those eyes tell you he’s not talking about the song.
Sans suddenly raises one of his hands toward your face. Plucking a few strands of wind-blown hair from behind your ear, he runs his boney fingers across it. He’s caressing it so gently that you barely feel anything.
Weirdly enough, you don't feel scared or nervous. Mostly just confused and . . . oddly touched? Against your better judgment, you’re starting to like Sans. He acts more like a curious, docile cat that just wants some company than a fearsome, blood-thirsty predator. He even seemed to like ̶y̶o̶u̶ your singing.
Your hands move on their own and grab his, pulling it into your lap. It dwarfs both your hands and the bone feels unnatural to touch, but you can feel a faint warmth coming from it. You feel like one of those people in cat videos who hold their cat's paw. It could scratch you, but you trust it won’t. And it doesn’t.
The skeleton continues smiling at you, and you smile back- this time sincerely.
“Sans . . . do you-”
SLAM
You jump at the sound and stop speaking, letting go of his hand. Your head swivels towards the wall closest to the house and you hold your breath, as if you are afraid of getting caught. Then out of the darkness, you hear your mother’s muffled voice calling for you.
“(y/n)! (y/n), it’s time for dinner! . . . (y/n)!”
You don’t answer her. You’re not sure why. You could scream now and get rescued by your family. But you don’t need rescuing anymore. So you stay silent and listen.
After a moment, you hear the backdoor slam a second time. Now the only thing you hear is your own heavy breathing. You turn back to Sans. The white lights are thin pricks now. They shift their focus from the wall you looked at back to your face. His smile is tight and sharp, giving you the impression he’s on edge. You gently rub his tail, hoping to put him at ease.
“Sorry Sans, but . . . I have to leave now. I uh . . . I need to eat.”
Sans doesn’t respond, his eyelights still razor thin. Instead, you feel his tail squeeze ever so slightly. Not enough to restrict your breathing or anything, but enough to make your heart rate pick up. He . . he isn’t going to make you stay, is he? He’d let you go if you asked him to, right?
You swallow thickly and try to keep your smile from faltering.
“Sans . . . I need to go. P-please let go of me now.”
For a second, he doesn’t react. Then he blinks, slowly, and lets out a hiss-y sigh. When he opens his eyes again, the lights are round and fuzzy again. His tail starts to move away until the hole in the floor is exposed, the light from below now pouring in. You let out a quiet sigh of relief at the sight.
You wait for his tail to start uncoiling itself from around you, only for it to suddenly tighten and travel past your waist and up under your arms. You grip the tail now on your chest, too lost in your confusion to panic. It then picks you and drags you toward the hole. You look frantically to Sans for some explanation, but he just keeps smiling, not at all bothered by your distress.
The floor suddenly gives out and your legs fall through. You whimper and shut your eyes, expecting to drop the 15 feet to the ground. But you don’t, thanks to Sans’ secure grip on your upper body. You keep your eyes closed until your dangling legs land on solid earth. As you stand, his warm tail slithers up and over you, the tip lingering just a second within your hair. Now that it’s gone, you feel cold again and shiver.
Looking up, you see Sans looking down at you, his blue glow outlining the silhouette of his skull. He’s smiling his neutral perma smile, but his eyelights still look softly at you. You grin and lift a hand to wave goodbye.
“Thanks for keeping me company Sans. I feel much better now. Take care and Merry Christmas!”
He doesn’t say anything back. He doesn’t even wave. Oh well, it’s fine. You're used to his lack of a reaction. You give him one more warm smile before turning on your heels and trudging toward the house.
Just a few minutes ago, you were ready to run for your life in this direction, but now you don’t even bother to look behind you. And while you’re eager to spend the rest of your night enjoying Christmas with your family, you can’t help but feel a little sad that you have to leave Sans. You’ve just made friends with the snake of the mountain, who as it turns out, is more than just a hungry beast people painted him out to be. And while you don’t live in this area anymore, you hope you can see him again next time you visit.
You stop with your hand on the door knob and turn to look back at the tree house.
“Until next Christmas, Sans.”
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Submitted by @calcium-cat
aWWWWWWW OH WOW THIS WAS SO SWEET AND WARM AND NICE,,, ;A;;;
AWW,, Im,, so happy! Sorry it took long to reading this since Im a little busy but!!! Gah,, this is so sweet... I love it, he just looks scary but he's so gentle... aa,, I wonder how long Sans knew you...and wish you'd have more time with him ahu,,,
Thank you so much for this Cal, it's such a wonderful gift ;w;; Im late but I hope you had a Merry Christmas and have a nice holiday!! ♡♡♡
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🍫13 Days of Halloween: Day 6
Prompts: “Where is all the Halloween candy?” “I don’t know” “Y/n”
((Prompt changed slightly to match characterization))
Requested by: Anonymous
Pairing: Reader x M*A*S*H Unit (Platonic)
Gender: Neutral Triggers: None
Words: 1,585 Genre: Humor; Hijinks
Note: Thank you for requesting M*A*S*H! I hope I did it justice~ The time-line might not match up, but whatever.
You sat down with a sigh as Hawkeye and B.J. fixed themselves a drink, Radar scribbled on his notepad, while Potter sat nearby tapping his finger against his chin.
“So after post op, we’ll invite the nearby villagers, hand out a bunch of candy to the kiddies, and then we’ll have ourselves a nice party” Potter recited as Radar nodded along.
“Sounds like a pretty good plan” you replied “How does Frank feel about it?”
“He doesn’t know yet” Hawkeye said, coming to sit next to you “We don’t think it’s necessary to tell his highness, he’ll complain about it either way”
“Who knows, maybe he’ll think it’s a grand idea” B.J. suggested as he sat on his own cot.
“It’s Frank, B.J., his grand idea of a Halloween party would include everyone dressed in their fatigues dancing 6-feet apart to the tune of the star spangled banner.”
You smiled at Hawkeyes comment as he turned to you “So Y/n, have you decided what you’re going to wear?”
You shrugged “Probably something in a khaki color” you tugged on your pants as you spoke, knowing you had nothing to really wear.
“Oh come on, you gotta dress up, we are!” B.J. said
“I’d love to dress up Beej but I have nothing to wear, I ordered a costume but it never came, I asked Klinger but he’s already given half of his clothes to the rest of the camp to wear.”
Hawkeye patted your leg, leaving his hand on your knee “We’ll find something.”
“I don’t know if I’d want to wear something you’d suggest” you replied with a note of suspicion.
Hawkeye gave you an offended look “I have great taste in clothes!”
“You’re idea for a costume would be my birthday suit.”
“Oh, now that is an idea” he replied with a smirk, making you roll your eyes.
“Uh, Sir” Radar spoke up
“Yes Radar.” Potter asked
“There is just one problem with all of this”
“What’s that Radar? You’re costume come in the wrong size?” B.J. quipped.
“Huh? Oh, no it's fine, well actually it is a little big, but that’s not it, I just, uh but the requisition order for Halloween candy never came in. We’ve got some, but not enough for all the kids and for our party”
You frowned at the news “And everyone donated money and or candy already?”
“Yep, I mean everyone but Major Burns, but that’s because he still doesn’t know about the party”
You, Hawk and B.J. all exchanged knowing looks. Just as you did Frank came bumbling into the swamp, large package in hand “What’s that Frank?” Hawkeye asked.
“None of your beeswax!” Frank yelled aggressively, turning, he sees Potter “Oh, Colonel, hello”
You chuckled quietly at his sudden change in demeanor as he set down the package with a thud. “What’s in the box Burns?” Potter asked repeating Hawkeyes question.
“Oh. Uh, just a package from home” he answered as he began to open the package.
“That’s nice. Well, in other news, Frank, we’re thinking of throwing a little soiree for Halloween, you got any candy you can donate, or money so we can buy some?” Potter asked.
“A soiree? Sir that’s highly un-military” you and the others rolled your eyes as he began “And to answer your question, no, I don’t have any candy to donate, and I wont donate any money for your party” just as he answered, he opened the box, which was chock full of various candy bars and other bags of Halloween candy.
You and the others stood and hovered as you pointed at the box “Now you do!”
“What?! No, this is from my family, you can’t have it!”
“Oh come on Frank” Hawkeye began “We don’t want it all, just donate some! There’s no way you can eat all that yourself!”
“Just watch me!” Frank yelled as he stood, box in hand as he exited the swamp, dropping a couple pieces of candy on the way, which Radar scooped up.
You and the others exchanged annoyed looks as you watched Frank run across the courtyard, clearly towards Margaret’s quarters. “Oh, we’ll get that candy Frank” Hawkeye muttered quietly, so only you and B.J. could hear.
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After a few failed attempts at retrieving the candy from Frank, Hawkeye and B.J. were about to give up, but tried one more time the day of the party as they cornered Frank in post-op “Where’s the candy Frank?” Hawkeye asked.
“We just want some, for the kids Frank, think of the kids!” B.J. cut in.
“I don’t care, they’re not my kids! It doesn’t matter anyway, I ate it all” Frank said with a smug look on his face.
Hawkeye scoffed “Frank if you ate all that candy then you’d be comatose.”
Frank scowled at Hawkeye as he turned to leave, Hawkeye and B.J. shared an exasperated look as they followed him out. Looking around, they see the nearby locals arriving, kids excited for having been told they’d be given candy.
“Frank, what can we do for you to to grow a heart and donate some of that candy?” B.J. asked.
Frank turned, seeming to think it over “You can’t make any jokes at me for the next month! And you must act accordingly in my presence, salutes and all!”
Hawkeye and B.J. shared a look of disdain “Fine, fine! Just show us the candy Frank” B.J. muttered out
Frank smirked at them as he turned, leading them towards Margaret's tent, where he had been hiding the candy. You had been walking across the camp as came across them “What’s up guys?”
“Frank agreed to give us some of the candy”
“Oh, is that so?” you asked, something in your voice that made B.J. and Hawkeye hesitate, but continued to follow Frank as you tagged along.
Entering into the tent, Frank opened up the closet pulling out the box. As he opened it, the three of you stood behind him watching. Hawkeye glanced at you, you met his eyes for a moment and smirked, making him curious.
“Hey!” Frank called, earning all of your attention.
He dumped out the box, and all that fell out were some cans of corn and some loose pieces of candy. “He really did eat it all” B.J. muttered in disbelief.
“Or maybe Margarete had a midnight craving” Hawkeye quipped before looking down at Frank “Where’s the candy Frank?” he asked, clearly frustrated.
“How am I supposed to know, it was in here earlier!”
“Maybe the candy-man took it” you joked, clearly not bothered by the missing candy.
Hawkeye and B.J. looked at you, gathering you had something to do with it. And so did Frank. Standing, he eyed you “Where is the Halloween candy?”
You looked at him, feigning offense while shrugging “I don’t know”
“Captain L/n” Frank began, pointing his finger at you, stopping only when the sudden sound of happy yelling children distracted you.
Frank walked away, looking out of the tent, seeing a large group of kids jumping around as Father Mulcahy and a few nurses began handing out candy. Frank squinted as he looked closer “Hey! That’s my candy!”
As this was happening Hawkeye and B.J. looked back at you, amusement on their faces, knowing you had to be the one to do this. You looked at them, winking as they laughed out loud.
Frank turned in anger, pointing his finger at all of you “I know you did this, you stole from me. After I get back my candy, I- I’ll, I’ll have you all on report!”
“Don’t tell me you’re gonna go take your candy back from those kids Frank?!” B.J. asked incredulously.
“I know you have stooped low before Frank but don’t tell me you’d actually take candy from a baby?” Hawkeye asked.
Frank opened his mouth to speak but stopped, turning and looking at the kids and then turning back “Well, why shouldn’t I? It’s my candy!”
You all rolled your eyes, as Margaret jogged up, “Oh, Major Burns you are so kind!”
“Oh, uh, thank you Margar- Uh I mean Major Houlihan, but uh, what are you talking about?”
“Well, Captain L/n told me you had donated all that candy, and now look at all the kids they’re having so much fun!” she spoke with a wide smile.
Frank, Hawk and B.J. all turned to look at you as you stared at Frank with a blank face, hands in your pockets “Frank certainly is a kind and generous man isn’t he?” you asked, no emotion in your voice.
“Oh he really is!” Margaret said as he smiled widely at Frank.
Frank hesitated, looking between you and Margaret “Oh, well, we do what we can Major” he feigned, taking the credit as you internally rolled your eyes.
Margaret suddenly pulled Frank away and towards the group of kids. Feeling pressure on both your shoulders, you look back and forth seeing both Hawkeye and B.J. resting their arms on your shoulder “Here we were, threatening him to give us the candy, and you swept in like a thief in the night” B.J. commented, still amused.
“Well now that that’s over” Hawkeye paused looking down at you with a smile “I’ve got a costume for you I think you’ll like” he smirked
“Oh no” you muttered.
Hawkeye’s smirk only grew as he and B.J. shared a knowing look “Oh, yes”. Hawkeye looped his arm through yours as he began to drag you towards the Swamp, B.J. following behind.
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