#some of these are so old you can even see my former username

[spilledquills]

Migrating my old stuff from instagram over to here in batches.

(Some draw these in your styles I did and more fanart below the line)

My dabbling in pixel art for an old blog:

[1/3] I don't even care if these are seen or not, anything but leaving them all on an inactive account. Scrolling down the gallery on there feels like I'm throwing a photo album into the attic as dust mite bait otherwise.

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 lando norris  x  co-worker! fem! reader (fluff) “. . . your co-worker and former classmate has a public crush on you, and you try to play it off. but who are you kidding? it's lando.”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Lost 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of loss, grieving, death, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: nomad!Steve Rogers

Summary: You move into a shared flat and encounter a mysterious man.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

When your shift ends, you leave the shop, heading down the same way you came. You stop at the corner of Mason and think better of going that route. You take that man’s advice and go along Doxtator instead. It’s quieter, there aren’t as many businesses so not as many people loitering and tossing cigarette butts.

You come up to the shared house and enter through the side door as usual. You wouldn’t call it routine yet, you haven’t been there long enough, but a ripple of deja vu comes over you. You keep your head down as you enter the kitchen. As you do, there’s another person in there.

You don’t know if you should say hello. You haven’t seen this man before. He must be one of the others. He pulls a box of rice crackers out of the cupboard and ignores your presence. You follow his lead and don’t say a word as you set your bag on the counter and pull out the drawer. You write your name on the few items you got from the store before you left; a box of cereal, a carton of milk, and some packets of ramen.

You put it all away as the other resident traipses off down the hallway, shuffling footsteps reverberating off the shabby walls. You shut the fridge as you hear the outside door open and shut. As you turn, the other man enters; the big one with the shaggy hair. S as you think of him.

He nods at you as you fold up the paper bag and shove it in the bin. He goes to the cupboard and opens the door. He sighs and takes out the same box of crackers as the last man. He shakes it and tuts. You see then the S marked on the side.

You leave, not wanting to get involved. You feel bad that someone else took his food but you also don’t need the drama. You hate conflict. At least now, you know to watch your things. Maybe later you’ll sneak out and retrieve your ramen so you can preserve a few meals.

You’re not very hungry. Your appetite is sparse these days. Maybe it’s this place. You can’t quite settle in, maybe because you hope it’s only temporary. Yet, you can’t say if that’s because you’re holding onto hope that by some miracle you could go back to your former life or that you might even forge a new one.

You lock the door and turn on the standing lamp. You fold your coat over the metal frame of the bed and sit to untie your shoes and peel off your socks. You change into a loose pair of sweatpants and a plain tea with a Pepsi logo on it. Not your clothes, another set of charity tatters.

You lay down and stare at the wall. You used to have a television in your room. You’d watch the old sitcoms they replayed on the public access channel. Or you’d listen to music and knit something. You had at least a dozen scarves more than you needed. You might be able to afford some needles and yarn after your first pay.

The cone of light casts a low haze through the tight space. Your eyes slowly close as thoughts of shutting off the lamp fade into your subconscious. You’re asleep before you can feel yourself drift off.

🚪

You wake to a strange sound. Your eyes flick open to the yellow lamplight as you lay stiffly on your back. You groan as your cramped muscles tug. You stretch and the bed frame creaks with your movement.

The scratching continues. You’re not surprised. You would expect mice in a place like this. There were some at the shelter too. They mostly left you alone, just skittered by as they searched out crumbs.

It gets louder as you sit up, tilting your head as you try to loosen the knot between your shoulders. You stand slowly, daunted by the pang across your hips. The mattress is thin and you can feel the frame on the other side.

“I know you’re awake, sweetie,” the voice startles you as it slips beneath the door. You stop your arm midreach as you go to click off the lamp. You peek over and see the shadow shift under the door. “Sweetie? I can see your light’s still on, why don’t you open the door?”

You don’t know the voice. It’s pitchy and uneven. The sickening tune behind it makes your stomach wrench. You stay far from the door as the handle jiggles, the deadbolt keeping it from opening.

“Sweetie. I just wanna talk. You don’t have to open the door. Just talk to me…”

You hug yourself and gulp. There were men in the shelter who tried to talk to you, the ones who got too close, who would stand over you while you slept. You were lucky they went away when they were caught.

There’s another shift and the floorboards groan. You hear an odd scuff and see something slide beneath the door slowly. Little by little. It’s a hand mirror, just thin enough to fit. Oh my god.

“Sweetie, I wanna know your na–”

The click of a mechanism and the grind of hinges interrupt your unwanted visitor. The mirror stills and the floor creaks again. You chew your lip as you listen with bated breath.

“Oh, hi,” the same voice greets someone.

“Go,” the deep voice orders gruffly.

“You can’t make me–”

“What are you doing out here?” The other man asks. You recognise S’s timbre.

“N-nothing. I live here too. I can be in the halls,” the strange man responds.

“I’m trying to sleep.”

“I wasn’t making noise.”

There’s a pause. Footsteps follow, getting closer, and you hear the squeaky voice utter a ‘no’ as the mirror wiggles slightly then is kicked further inside, scuttling over the floor.

“What the hell?” S growls, “you leave her alone.”

“I wasn’t bothering her–”

“I know what you were doing. I know who you are. What you are. So go before I crush you like the worm you are,” S’s words make even you shrink in fear.

“Ha, you think you deserve her. Because you look like you do,” the other man accuses, “you don’t scare me.”

“I don’t care if I scare you, I’ll break you in half if I see you at her door again,” S sneers and there’s a thump on the door, followed by an ‘oomph’. “Got it?”

“Got… it,” the breathy hiss chokes out, “let me go.”

A sudden scramble of footsteps, as if thrown off balance, clatter across the floor. They continue, quicker and quicker until you can’t hear them. You hear a sniff, then a sigh. A shadow appears at the bottom of the door.

“Hope you’re okay in there,” S says, “I’ll keep an ear out for that creep.” He pauses as if waiting for an answer but you can’t find one past the hammer of your heartbeat, “have a good night.”

The floor groans with his weight as he retreats and his door gently clasps. You can’t move. You lean into the wall and let your legs fold as you slide down onto your bottom. You’ll leave the light on for tonight. You don’t think you can face the dark.

[da12thkind]

Tumblr and The Old Internet Re-Awakens, An Opinion Essay

This is going to be a super long post about my thoughts on the current state of the internet, with a chunk of what I'm about to say having been stuff I've already said elsewhere on other sites. To save your dash, I'll be putting a READ MORE break.

The fact that Twitter and Reddit have basically been destroyed by their own hubris is both hilarious and sad. It's funny because "ha ha rich man's hubris" but also sad because this is very emblematic of the current direction many social media companies that have been at the top for too long are going.

Ever since the muskrat purchased Twitter, it was clear from the beginning that something seriously wrong had happened, with worse decisions to follow. Something I hadn't realized was just how extensive the ripple effects of this would be. Reddit is now being destroyed by their leader's desire for more and more money, as if they needed any more.

I've been having this conversation with my friends via Discord and with strangers on the Starmen dot net forums. The writing is on the walls. The internet is moving towards a future that caters to advertisers more than its users. If there's even the slightest hint of getting more money by screwing over users, the higher ups of a given site will be chomping at the bit.

Where does that leave us?

Well, with Reddit and Twitter both now in a state of complete and total self-destruction, albeit rather slowly, we have seen an influx of new and returning users. Fantastic! I love when an old place gets new life breathed into it.

That being said, I don't believe that Tumblr is the bastion of The Old Internet, far from it, and many of you would agree.

Instead, I think that the resurgence in Tumblr's popularity could be just the first step towards the return of The Old Internet. We have the power to go back to the days of making our own websites. Information on web design and web programming are available online for free, in addition to many places offering free hosting services for a basic website or blog that don't need many bells or whistles (just don't go to GoDaddy).

Tumblr, in my opinion, once you know how to use the advanced editing tools, can make for a great "Baby's First Web Blog." There are some users on here that have made GORGEOUS blogs that will absolutely blow you away.

What about peer-to-peer communications?

We've seen that Discord has been another victim to the plague that is internet gentrification. They've removed the discriminators for usernames, had a store put in, and so many other little changes that have consistently annoyed the end users.

That being said... Discord is not going to be falling apart anytime soon. It's still a fantastic way to connect with many people at once and have quick access to all your different communities.

However, you could make the case, and I certainly try to, that internet forums fulfill the same thing. It is true that forums for many topics have drifted into the void of internet history, but is that not simply the nature of the internet? Communities sprout up, thrive, have an internal way, break apart, and start anew. We've seen that with many Discord servers, albeit rather small ones.

I will still hold my ground that forums should be revitalized if we truly want to go back to the days of old.

What does the future hold?

I... don't know. Despite my vast horde of opinions, research, and second-hand accounts of what The Old Internet was like and how The Current Internet is becoming, I cannot say for absolute certainty that we will see a total collapse of these tech empires. At the very least, however, I do believe that they will become hollowed shells of their former selves.

I have yet to talk about YouTube and its history, and, to be quite frank with you all, I simply must avoid that topic for now. All I will say is that I implore my fellow content creators, specifically those that create Video On-Demand content for YouTube and TikTok, to look into creating your own websites to host your content in the event that something happens to these empires, too. If you don't have offline copies of your videos, do so when you can.

That will be it for now. Thank you for reading this essay. I love your faces. Stay safe.

[acoldsovereign]

FOR THE MAN WHO WEARS HIS HEART ON HIS SLEEVES.

// @scarlxtleaves / @thuganomxcs / @peoplcshope

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{{ Happy Birthday, you fuckin' fucker! (I say this with love). I remember when I first came to the DBZ RPC months ago and I was so shy I didn't know how to communicate properly. People scared me. Following people scared me. People following me back scared me. I was freakin' scared of EVERYTHING. I even unfollowed a person I followed (and then followed them back when they checked in with me) because I realized how bad that looked/how problematic it could be if I didn't address it. I felt so bad, and I still do sometimes. I'm so glad that mutual was understanding and patient with me, aaaaaaaa. Needless to say, ya girl had SO many issues in the beginning. I was a HOT MESS. Hell, I didn't even have all of my muse info up but you didn't give a shit about none of that. You just took one look at my blog, saw 'despot of the universe' on my header and said 'LET IT RIP' like Beyblade. DUDE, you were ballsy as fuck and I'm so glad for that! You gave me my first ever starter here!!! THAT made me remember you! Everytime I logged in, it was to respond to our Future Gohan/Maiz fight thread. (I'm actually looking for it now because that's gonna be something I continue after I reply to someone else first 👀). You're one of the first people I ever plotted with too, even if that intimidated me a little. I mean, granted it was after you gave me the starter because I was freaking worried about everything, which was why I was all over your inbox, "okay, so she can do this and that...", "i have no problem with them having this sort of dynamic", etc. Gosh, you were overwhelmingly sweet and kind to me and I appreciate that. I know this is not something I should apologize for, but I'm still sorry that I scared you slightly when I changed my username to acoldsovereign from maizthefemalesaiyan, and didn't tell you in advance. I didn't realize you wouldn't recognize me so I had to put the former name in my old promo post. YOU'RE why I did that. I didn't know what other accounts you had and I just wanted to let you know it was meeeeeeee! ;w; But then you forgot your password to the blog so we couldn't even communicate anyway! One thing I will say-- it is funny I recently posted about Toriyama and Future Trunks and what the latter means to me because guess what blog I found you on. Guess what reunited us. Yeah.

FUTURE TRUNKS.

YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN?????? That man is always doing something for me! You would've thought he was REAL. But anyway, it was so cool to have you back on my dash again! It took me an embarrassing amount of time to realize who it was. I saw the name "Jay" on your promo post and it didn't cross my mind it was you, man. Not until I went down the blog and saw the writing style matched up. Remember how I just burst into your inbox and made some noise? And then you realized it was me? That shit was hilarious. We were so happy to see each other. Everything's been smooth sailing since then and we've created so many cursed memes, threads, jokes and storylines. Dude, we fuckin' made Rengakura. That little psychopath LOL. Well, moreso I made him but your response to that thread in particular made it so that he didn't come out any worse than he could've. Damn you for having Trunks make the right decision! (Again, I say this with love). At least in one verse, Trunks finally gets a happy-ish ending though. He lives with his mostly mellowed-out/former-tyrant for a wife and a pseudo-sane Saiyan-hybrid child on a spaceship, having space adventures. 🥺 Papa Trunks isn't something I knew I needed until I got it so thank you. I also did not know Maiz was actually capable of chilling the eff out-- THAT was a surprise to me. The fact that she's actually a decent mother is hilarious, considering all the fucked up stuff she's done before without blinking an eye. I also love how through our threads, you can see how she naturally came to care for him, even if she's sadistic and still messes with him from time to time. One of my favorites scenes with them unironically was when she offered to take Trunks to a tropical planet for his birthday. She was actually affectionate towards him the proper way more or less, but he didn't realize it because he was so used to her being busy/selfish/frosty/teasing. Bro thought he was dying. That was tragically sad yet funny all at once. I'd say more but this is already a lot and you already know how I feel about your Yusuke and our favorite assassin, Sanosuke.

Long story short- thank you for warmly welcoming me into this small, but chill RPC. I'll always love and appreciate you.

Happy birthday, Jaybird.

[simpforsix]

ai continues fanfics badly

hello, i am a fanfiction writer and i've seen people say that they use ai to continue stories past what the author has written. i don't like the use of ai for this, since it steals writing and is very lazy.

so, i decided to experiment by putting one of my fics into chatgpt and telling it to continue the story.

i used my fic 'cotton and wool', which you can find on my ao3 under the same username as here (simpforsix). it's a short fic about historical fashion in the video game vampyr. please DO NOT put anyone's stories into any ai! i only did this because 1. it is my fic and 2. i wanted to see how good it actually is at continuing fics.

let's go through what chatgpt wrote paragraph by paragraph:

As Jonathan steps out into the cool night air, the streets of London feel both familiar and foreign. The gas lamps flicker like distant stars, casting elongated shadows that dance across the cobblestones. He pauses for a moment, allowing the sounds of the city to wash over him: the distant clatter of horse hooves, the soft murmur of conversations spilling from nearby taverns, and the occasional shout from a street vendor hawking his wares.

this just doesn't make sense in canon. chatgpt doesn't seem to know what era it's even writing for, talking about horses even though this is london in 1918. it is able to mimic my writing style a bit, but my writing style isn't particularly unique so it could just be getting lucky. i like the descriptions, but it just doesn't set the scene as post-war london. it's more small town than what the game is actually like.

Tonight, he plans to visit his usual haunts: the alleyways behind Whitechapel, where the lost and forgotten often gather. They are his people—those who have slipped through society’s cracks. As he walks, he can’t help but reflect on the changes that have occurred since his transformation. The world feels sharper, colors more vivid, and sounds more pronounced, but it’s a trade-off he never quite reconciles.

ok so it knows about whitechapel but... what does it mean the alleys behind whitechapel? because whitechapel is a district, and the citizens are on the streets. bigger issue here is the bit about his transformation. if i was writing this i would note the fact that he can see the blood or has greater power, since that's the actual trade-off that was made. also, a bit nitpicky, but the use of commas in the last sentence is a bit off for reasons i can't put my finger on. i'd also use the past tense in the bit about a trade-off, but that's just me.

(though, it is trying to emulate my work, so i guess my nitpicky things about what i would do are valid)

He makes his way through the winding streets, his mind drifting to the last patient he treated—a young boy who had fallen ill with a fever. Jonathan remembers the boy's mother, her eyes hollow with fear, and he had promised to return with more remedies. He should check on them tonight.

As he approaches the alley that leads to Whitechapel, a low voice calls out to him from the shadows. "Doctor! Over here!"

It’s Clara, a familiar figure draped in a tattered shawl, her face partially obscured by the darkness. She is one of the many souls he has helped, a former seamstress who now lives on the fringes of society.

most of this is fine, except for the fact that clara does not exist in game and no citizens live in any of the alleys that lead to whitechapel except for one man who lives in a flat. i would have used an already existing character for this, or if i was making an oc i would have given her a bit more background if i wanted her to be a 'familiar figure'. her description is also a bit too similar to old bridget or another skal, which i would have avoided.

“Clara,” he replies, hurrying toward her. “What troubles you tonight?”

She leans closer, her voice a hushed whisper. “It’s not me. It’s Benny. He’s gone and got himself into a right mess. He was chasing after some street rats and came back with something…something strange.”

who is benny and why was he chasing street rats? what is happening?

Jonathan furrows his brow, his instincts kicking in. “What do you mean, strange?”

“He’s feverish, but it’s different. His skin—it's all red and raw, like he’s been burned. And he won’t stop shivering, even in this cold.” Clara’s voice trembles with urgency.

“Lead the way,” Jonathan replies, following her deeper into the alley.

The narrow path twists between crumbling buildings, their brick facades covered in grime. The air grows thick with the smell of dampness and decay. As they approach Clara’s makeshift shelter—a collection of blankets and old crates—Jonathan feels a sense of dread settling in his stomach.

if i was writing this i would try to match it to the map, which chatgpt is incapable of doing because it can't play the game. i can't think of a single place that matches this description that goes off an alley leading to whitechapel. and why is her shelter just blankets and crates? if this happened in universe she would already be a skal. i would have either written her as a squatter or as someone living in very cheap accommodations.

Inside, the flickering light of a single candle reveals Benny, a small boy with tousled hair and wide, terrified eyes. He is curled up on the ground, shaking violently. Jonathan kneels beside him, placing a hand on the boy’s forehead. It burns like fire.

a SINGLE CANDLE?? that's just not how light works. chatgpt also never tells us the relation between clara and benny, which seems like important information. and jonathan, being cold as a corpse, is not a reliable narrator when it comes to temperature.

“What did you find, Benny?” he asks gently, trying to coax him to speak.

dude you use mesmerism all the time why aren't you using it here?

The boy’s eyes dart around the room, finally resting on Jonathan. “Rats,” he stammers, “but they weren’t like the others. They had…glowing eyes.”

Jonathan’s heart sinks. Glowing eyes? That could mean something far worse than just an ordinary illness. “Clara, did he touch them?”

again, if chatgpt was capable of playing the game it would make a connection between the glowing eyes and skals. but it can't. because it's a computer program. this also feels completely divorced from canon. authors making new threats usually connect them in some way to the already existing threats. this is a completely new story that it's making up as it goes along.

AND JONATHAN LITERALLY FACED THE VAMPIRE EPIDEMIC! HE KNOWS IT'S NOT SPREAD JUST BY TOUCH AND SHOULD HAVE ENOUGH EXPERIENCE TO BE COMING UP WITH THEORIES!

“I don’t know! He just started screaming and ran back here,” she replies, wringing her hands.

As Jonathan examines Benny, he can feel a chill creeping into his bones, a reminder of the darker forces at play in the city. He knows he has to act quickly. “We need to get him to a proper place, somewhere safe where he can be treated."

why isn't he using his blood sight? you know, the mechanic that literally every medical examination in the game is based around? and why would he bring someone possibly infected by a supernatural virus to the hospital?

Before Clara can respond, the ground beneath them trembles slightly, as if the city itself is responding to their urgency. Jonathan stands up, determination setting his jaw. “I’ll find help. Stay with him, and keep him warm.”

very cliche to have the ground tremble. i don't like it. and what help is he getting? why isn't he, as a doctor, handing out medicine for the fever? this guy isn't jonathan reid at this point.

With that, he rushes back into the night, his mind racing. The glowing-eyed rats are no ordinary creatures; he can feel it in his marrow. They are likely a symptom of something more sinister lurking in the shadows of London, something that could threaten not only Benny but all of those who live in the dark corners of the city.

wasn't this... the plot of the game? this would be a very boring story if i wrote it like this. it's just rehashing the exact same plot as the game.

As he weaves through the streets, Jonathan knows he must confront this new menace. After all, he’s no longer just a doctor; he’s become a guardian of the night, a protector of those who cannot protect themselves. And if there’s one thing he’s learned in his time walking these streets, it’s that the darkness can only be fought with light.

it's a bit pompous to refer to himself as the guardian of the night, but i'll allow it for the sake of his saviour complex. what i won't allow is the fact that it does not reference the source material at all. there's nothing about the skals, about the red queen, hell it doesn't even say the word vampire! you would have no idea this was about vampyr if you read this as a standalone.

the biggest issue with this whole thing is that it DOESN'T CONTINUE MY STORY AT ALL. that was the only goal and it failed. my story is about historical fashion, exploring menswear in the early 20th century. that was why i wrote it. this "continuation" doesn't even mention historical fashion. it doesn't continue my idea of how his clothes would constantly be getting dirty, it doesn't show him providing healthcare, it disregards the entire story that it was based on. this is just a oneshot with a plot that rehashes the original story as if it never happened and doesn't even mention vampires.

so my question is: WHY would you use chatgpt to continue stories? even disregarding all the ethical concerns, it's just bad at it. maybe it does well sometimes, but other times it seems to go rogue and forget what you even told it to do. this is nothing like what i would write, nor does it make sense as a vampyr fanfic. if you want to see a continuation, ask the author to either continue it or for permission to write a continuation yourself. don't plug it into ai just for it to steal work and give you shit.

[thoughtsofthegirlwiththecurl]

Fic Rec Friday

This week's theme: Rec a fic that starts with the same letter as your username (or, if you like, a part of your username) The rules: Tag a fic that starts with the same letter as your username and describe why it's so good / how it has a hold on you. Then tag some people to see what everyone else is reading. Spread the love! Also, she'll do the round up on Sunday, so if you're still recc-ing on Saturday, no pressure! Please tag @welcometololaland or tag #fic rec friday so she can compile the masterlist.

thanks for the tag @cricketnationrise

Check Please

Theatre Building, Dec. 6 by @cricketnationrise; Ford my absolute beloved! She's my favorite! And theatre! And like I'm fully biased because this was my prompt but it's so *chef's kiss*

There Have Been Five Kisses by @cricketnationrise; nurseydex 5+1 kisses, need I say more? nope you've already clicked through

Red, White, and Royal Blue

The Royal Wedding Stylist Breaks Down Prince Henry & Duke Alex Claremont-Diaz's Looks by th0ughts; are you sensing a pattern and the pattern is that I'm a former costumer rolling around in any theatre/costume adjacent fics? You'd be correct. This technically breaks the rule I set for myself of not allowing fics that start with "The" but I love it so much??? Do yourself a favor and read the whole series. Exactly what it says on the tin.

Stranger Things

takes a village by alchemystique; It's Buckingham, it's background Steddie, it's a modern AU, Chrissy has a really cute and precocious 4-year-old, it's all the found family feels, it's a treat

took you for a working boy by pukner; pukner manages to simultaneously write the most profoundly moving and gut-busting hysterical fics. Also anytime anyone says "you can't make that character trans" I read 5 more fics where the author makes a character trans. I'm fueled by spite and you're only making me more powerful.

Good Omens

Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too by @thebibliosphere; Have we all read it and loved it already? Don't care, still lovely, and with season 2 of the show coming up, well worth a revisit. Joy has a Pratchettesque style to begin with, which just makes it even better.

Star Wars (sequel trilogy)

Tomorrow (there'll be more of us) by dirmircharmer; someone on here was recently complaining that the movies didn't do enough with Finn defecting and the ways that could have led other Stormtroppers to as well. This fills that gap; also check out all the related fic at the bottom of it for more.

MCU

take it or leave it by kellifer_fic; The year was two thousand and a number I shan't say so I don't have to confront the passage of time. Everything was great, I still had faith in humanity, the MCU had not yet completely shit the bed and absolutely exhausted my patience. This is Clint x Darcy, which is not everyone's cup of tea, but mostly it's a very funny story about superheros attempting to lay low as normal people and mostly being pretty bad at it.

i'm tagging: @vhenadahls @appalamutte @starthecozy @dancemakestheworldgoround @zimmerdouche

[mersonwritesstuff]

Champions go to Mars

[MissNewBooba: It's about time I came clean about who I am, MarsBar.]

Mars wasn't expecting this direct message from the sole woman of a regular viewer. By now, she had managed to find employment at a ramen shop, but would occasionally do streams to make a bit of extra income. One of her coworkers, an Unovan college student who was studying abroad in Sinnoh, peered over her shoulder.

“Oooh! I didn't know you were into girls, Aria~.”

Ah yes, the new name she took, mostly because she didn't associate herself with a planet much anymore.

“Oh, no, she may be into me, but I've never even seen her face.” She answered defensively. “Anyway, my shift's over, so I'll see you tomorrow.”

Mars, now going by Aria, clocked out and walked off.

[MarsBar: Yeah, it is. So who are you?]

[MissNewBooba: Just the former champion of Sinnoh, is all. So this is how you spend your life, after your old boss went missing? I must say, it's an improvement.]

[MarsBar: EXCUSE ME? Was this all a trick?]

[MissNewBooba: No, I was just surprised to see someone I knew on this platform.]

Mars fumed, but chose not to get too defensive about it.

[MarsBar: And what about you? What are you doing now that you lost your championship?]

[MissNewBooba: You'll see ;)]

And within a few minutes, she would see plenty of pictures of Cynthia's breasts. Some of them had her wearing a black lace bra, others had her wearing no bra at all.

[MarsBar: ...They look bigger.]

[MissNewBooba: Of course, why else would I give myself the username I did? By the way, I can see you from a distance.]

Mars froze up as she noticed the busty blonde approaching her. To be fair, she was hard to miss in a crowd.

“What the hell? How long have you been there?” The redhead questioned.

“Eh.” Cynthia shrugged. “I was gonna go to the ramen shop anyway, but now I see one of my favorite internet gluttons out in public~.”

“Cut it out.” Mars huffed. “My coworker doesn't know I do this for an audience.” She tried not to look Cynthia in the eye. No, she couldn't humor this woman's teasing any longer... right?

“Awww, so the new job is recent?” Cynthia leaned in, purposefully also leaning downwards so that the former Galactic Commander could get a better, closer up view of her breasts. In response to this, Mars gave somewhat of a yip.

...Why did soft breasts feel nice? Furthermore, why did she have this realization with Cynthia, of all people?

“I really need to go home.” She finally said, clearing her throat. “I'm glad I got closure on my mystery fan, though.”

“Of course. I'm looking forward to your next stream!”

Mars huffed once again, and started walking past Cynthia on her way back to her apartment. As she did, though, a thought crossed her mind.

That wasn't as horrible as she may have expected...

[canni8al]

hi! i’m so sorry this is gonna be weird and out of nowhere.. but i just started getting into league of legends/arcane recently & going through the grapevine of old posts & fanart (from 2012-2017), and i stumbled upon some of your old jinx cosplays!

first off, just wanna say ur cosplay is very cool, even like, a decade later.

secondly, i noticed some of ur old reposts & commissions of vi/jinx, and i thought it was interesting! i’ve pieced together that they weren’t considered siblings back then since ive came across alot of different ship art of them from that era.

i also noticed that you and your (maybe former?) gf cosplayed them together & had matching usernames and i thought it was sweet. there were a few other people that i came across who did the exact same thing with their partners & it was so cool to look at. unfortunately i couldn’t ask them anything as they’re inactive 😞.

to get to my point,,, i basically just wanted to know if the ship was popular at all? what were peoples reasonings for liking it? and when they were confirmed as sisters, were people disappointed? were you? and when did that confirmation happen?

i’m asking this because i saw that some people still ship them to this day, and i thought it was odd at first but then i wondered if i was in any place to judge, as i’ve just learned that them being sisters wasn’t always a thing. so i’m assuming there’s just still people out there who’ve shipped them for so long and just can’t let go despite what happened.

if it was MY favorite pairing that got turned into siblings, i know i’d be super pissed. that’s alot of passion, art, cosplays and more down the drain immediately. i could tell that you used to like them a lot so i just wanted to hear your experience. & maybe ur thoughts on their new sibling dynamic in arcane as well!

again, this is SO weird and out of the blue. you absolutely do not have to answer if you feel uncomfortable, but any kind of response is appreciated. i also don’t mean to sound like a stalker or anything like that, i’ve just been extremely curious since i joined the fandom not too long ago, and just wonder what everything was like before arcane. i also like to see how people perceived certain characters and ships before the show, and compare and contrast them. i’ve been in ask boxes pretty frequently today so ur not the only one😅, just trying to learn. if there’s any other information you’d like to give me for my journey, please feel free.

thank you so much if you answer and have an amazing day! really hope u see this ^_^

this is totally not a DM i ever expected to get, but hi!

thank you so much!! i really appreciate that!!

yes, that's my ex. we broke up well before arcane was released so i can't speak for how she felt about it, but i can totally talk about how i felt.

honestly? the story that's been cultivated with them and their sibling dynamic has surpassed anything i could have ever expected. i adore it. i love love love arcane.

when i was roleplaying jinx, i felt that i had come up with some random sort of headcanon backstory just to have something (being in the roleplaying community, it didn't always feel like you had to have as much information as possible, but it definitely felt like i should and that it helped, if that makes sense), but i never jived with it. it was just there to fill an empty page for the sake of filling it (and having a little fun with it).

in hindsight, it's obvious that they were sisters--but i think that (for me at least), because my ex and i loved them both so much, and we were together, it was sort of unthinkable that they'd be related. so in a way, with that hindsight, i believe it was a bit of projecting LOL

as soon as it all came out, i had that sort of "ew" moment thinking back on all of the shippy things we'd done, but i didn't like, make myself feel too bad about it because we really just didn't know. and especially with when jinx came out and in the years following her release, riot reworked a lot of the lore, did away with "the league" altogether, and revamped their entire world. it has us thinking, "well, is any of this info to be trusted anymore?" about everything they'd written and released pre-change.

once it was absolutely confirmed that they were sisters, i logged into my old jinx blog and started deleting or hiding what i could easily find of the shipping content. it felt a little gross to leave up if i had the ability to do away with it. there is no sense of posterity in keeping it.

as an unasked-for-addendum, i love cait/vi. i always have. it's a fantastic dynamic to say the least. i absolutely feigned childish hatred for it for awhile because of the ship i already had, but cait/vi is, without a doubt, where it's at.

i'd imagine that jinx/vi shippers had a similar feeling of "oh, ew, this feels kind of gross--but let's move on, because we didn't know any better, and now we do." or at least i'd hope so.

[xx-b34utiful-dr34m3r-xx]

Fk it, dropping all my Bitstrips comics

Because I want to clean out space on my computer, obviously.

For those of you who don't know, Bitstrips was a comic-making site that existed in the 2000s and shut down in 2016. It had quite a versatile (in my opinion) character builder as well as a comic maker which I haven't seen in any other comic making site. It had this whole little social aspect (comments, followers, putting other people in your own stuff) incorporated in it as well, and I really enjoyed using it! Bitmoji is its successor, and I could care less about it (I absolutely hate that it's incorporated into Snapchat, a platform I also hate, and I'm just annoyed that I also I see it everywhere - even in real life, in PROFESSIONAL settings).

Sometime in 2018, Bitstrips actually reached out to me (I think via the email I registered when I signed up) and sent me all the comics I created on the site so I didn't have to actually go in and screenshot/archive anything before it shut down! I can only hope other former Bitstrips users received the same thing...

Another reason I felt like dropping this is because I joined Bitstrips in 2014, literally a decade ago. Felt like recognizing it for what would have been my account's ten-year anniversary, you know?

I'm yapping. TLDR, I'm posting links to comics I made on a site I was a part of ten years ago that happens to be nostalgic to me. Feel free to read and cringe along with me.

If for some reason you can't see any of this stuff, Postimages (the image-hosting site I used to upload everything) probably hates your wifi network - I know for a fact I had difficulty accessing stuff I uploaded on this site using a more public network compared to my own personal home network. Can't really help you with that, sorry.

Also, if you see anything scribbled out in black...... I'm ashamed to admit I referred to myself by my real name on the site. -_- In hindsight, I kind of deserve that shame as I picked a pretty cringy username.

CLICK READ MORE FOR THE LINKS!

→ Remixes (think of this like reblogs/video responses, where someone would make a comic and you could "remix" it and put your own spin onto it)

→ Cosmic Club THE SERIES (a series based off a concept I had featuring alien girls themed off the planets of the solar system. This series was never actually finished and I was working on Episode 1, Part 3 when the site announced it was closing)

→ Cosmic Club EXTRAS (stuff I had originally made to be a part of the series itself, but once I started actually making series comics with a story behind them, these just became one-offs)

→ It's All About Moi (a little series thing I made later in my Bitstrips career, meant to feature things specifically relating to myself and my friends)

→ Original Characters (the "Sugar Rush OCs revamped" comics are WIPs that I was making right when Bitstrips announced they were closing)

→ Prima Ballerina (a series based off of characters and concept I came up with when I was like, 9-10 years old. A girl aspires to become a ballerina. It was never actually finished and was on hold by the time the site announced it was closing)

→ My Little Pony (don't judge, this fandom occupied my childhood for a good long while)

→ Theme of the Day comics (Bitstrips would post a random theme/word/concept each day, and users could submit comics related to said theme. There was definitely a lot of competition to see who could submit their comics the fastest, as those would tend to get seen earlier and thus voted up into higher rankings. I definitely tried to be one of the first people to post my comics, with varying results lol)

→ Random assorted comics

[anderswelten]

I was scammed…

… and the only point what bothers and concerns me is the fact that I was too careless and made a beginners mistake. Ok, the damage is also a bit annoying, but not the reason why I got a bit mad about my behavior. But let’s start from the beginning and see what we can learn from this…

What actually happened

It all happened on X (former Twitter) with a trade request from my end. I use X mainly for trading codes. The recent distribution of Worlds 2024 Steenee was an opportunity to trade other codes or reservations for future distributions. Last is a so called IOU trade („I owe you“) and, you may sense it already, it may be more risky. Tbf, even non-IOU code trades have their own potential that you get scammed.

Ok, let‘s get into the details. This was my request:

My request: I was offering a Steenee code and looked for reservations of the upcoming new birthday codes, which will be starting to be distributed locally in Japanese PokéCenters in November. Since one of my children will have its birthday beginning of November and I‘d like to redeem the birthday event on its birthday, I asked for a lower rate if someone can provide them until 5th November.

A user „Y1Fze11“ contacted me regarding my request with the promise that he will send me the required birthday codes on 2nd November. At this time, I didn’t know that there is a well-known trader @Y1Fze. I have met several trustworthy traders and all my IOU trades did happen in the past. I guess this made me a bit too careless and I sent my part without hesitation and assurance.

As soon as I‘ve sent the Steenee code, the user told me to send another one and I have to hurry, so that he will be able to organize better. This statement was so strange that I realized „I probably was scammed.“ - and it was too late, the user already confirmed that he received the Steenee. So I waited that he will block me which is a typical behavior. Right after, I recorded the conversation and wrote a report to warn other traders.

Let‘s see how we could prevent to be scammed

I think there are several ways, but let me list everything what comes to my mind. Please note that everything I list are only recommendations and may help you to prevent scammers, but will never guarantee that you will not be scammed. Additionally, this is summarized for X trades, trades on other communities might work differently.

Trade only with users you trust - try to establish your own network. Traders from Japan usually have a strong helping mindset, as soon as you proof yourself as a helpful contact, you‘ll be part of their network and they will help you to get codes/events distributed in Japan. Take care of your network and help other traders. Side note: traders from Japan prefer to get events/codes on the second day of its distribution at the latest. Everything after will be valued lower or might not be attractive to them anymore - which basically means that trades of codes from Japan will be easier for you later during their distribution period, but it also means that you should be able to provide western codes very early of their distribution period.

Be careful with users if their account is just a few months old

The amount of followers does not proof the trustworthiness of a user!

Some scammers imitate well-known traders, make a cross-check if the username/avatar seems familiar - I thank @alotofohshi and @sushi_zamurai_ for their advices as well.

Search through the hashtag #ポケモン詐欺 - block identified scammers. Even if they change their nickname, they will not be able to contact you. Review this hashtag frequently, because new accounts will be created.

For normal trades: let the person who approaches you be the first to send the agreed part, e.g. the code. Test the code before sending your code. Attention! Communicate that you will test the code before you‘re sending your code - you don’t want to be marked as a scammer!

For IOU trades: take an assurance. This could be anything with equal value.

For IOU trades with birthday codes: Check the ID - the trader has to send you a photo of his ID with his username on a note. All unnecessary (and private) information should be blackened like name, photo, ID number etc. - you need this just to check the persons date of birth to verify that he will be able to get the birthday code. Side note: birthday codes will be handed out in PokéCenters during the birth month only.

I will add new things to this list as soon as they come to my mind. You are also invited to let me know if you know anything else what should be added! 😇

Last, but not least: Don’t take it too personally if you were scammed. I know it is easier to say than to do, but experience something like that should not steal the fun in collecting and trading! I have met so many kind and trustworthy users since I‘m trading on X that it just doesn’t stop me or rather I‘m well aware that there are more sincere traders active than scammers 🤗

[yahooanswersblog]

Some more random Q/A’s from Ask.fm

Do you believe the decision to overturn Roe V Wade was unconstitutional?

If a state can punish someone for crossing state lines to get an abortion, then it's 100% unconstitutional.

Do you think I'm too old to be on social media? I'm 37 years old. D,:

Should older people just be into non-computer things like bingo and playing cards? It makes no sense.

Donuts with or without filling? I personally don’t like filling

Filling makes me feel either guilty or gross usually, maybe both. Maybe small amounts of the right kind of filling would be good.

Is walking around the woods naked illegal?

If a tree falls and no one is around to hear it, it still does make a noise.

who would go out with elliot page

He seems like the type of guy that could help a woman to feel safe when out in public and such.. I wouldn't want to run into him!

Has anyone watched Monk?

I never saw it, but I've wondered how many people can spot Buffalo Bill in that one.

WTF . . . people nearby? I can't see anybody but me . . . can you?

I'm within a few yards of you. Don't worry, you're not alone.

How can I make friends on this app?

This is an anti-friend app.

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

Assuming there will be a sequel, I'll plan on watching it. It would be nice to have Alec Baldwin back, but we'd probably have heard about it if he were to by now.

Meat eater or veg?

Slightly carnivorous.

What’s your biggest first world problem?

Better Call Saul is almost completely done with, marking the end of a very long era, if you count Breaking Bad, which I do. There is supposedly not a great chance of another spin-off.

might delete my ask. y’all are starting to creep me out.

Disabling anon questions didn't even help?

Mixed drinks or straight

Straight if the booze is high quality.

u wanna see my house?

You can post a pic of it if you want.

Which is more mentally frustrating school or a Job?

It's like comparing apples and... asparagus.

Drama vs Comedy

Usually drama, but that could be because there's too much shitty comedy.

Your favorite game is going VR. What game is that, and how will it be?

Lets see...

glances at current faves

Royal Match in VR would be pointless. I'll go back to an old classic like Duke Nukem 3D, polish the graphics and add some modern culture to it, then we're rocking and rolling with kickass fun.

Scream vs Halloween 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

The latter is real horror, the former being more satire, if I'm not mistaken. I think I'd prefer actual horror IF well made, over so-called comedy horror.

what was the inspiration for your username?

Laziness, because mine is pretty shitty.

🖥 What's the best comedy movie you've ever seen? 🤣

for clean comedy: Happy Gilmore

adult: Cheap thrills, Happiness

6/26 what’s your favorite Jurassic Park Movie?

n/a not into that franchise.

let’s go buy a gun

👷‍♂️ What do you do for a living? 👩‍🍳

I'm a janitor at an abortion clinic.

Do you own a car?

Not right now. Not long after the pandemic started to take full swing, I thought fuck it, I should only spend money on what actually brings me joy, and not all of what makes me look good to society.

Can you search for people by area?

No. One of the only good (and great) things to be added to this site over the years is that all answers to a question can be found on one page. The so called developers of this site/app are brain dead, lazy pieces of shit.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Second Chance 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Jonathan Pine

Summary: You move into your parents' house as you try to rebuild your life, catching the attention of someone you never expected.

Part of the Brother's Best Friend Universe

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

It’s no glorious homecoming. You have little to be proud of. A broken relationship, a lost job, and wasted years. In hindsight, it’s easy to see how stupid you are. Even with the excuse of emotion, you can’t forgive yourself for your own poor choices.

Back to square one. Literally. What kind of forty-two year old lives with their parents? The one staring back at you.

You splash your face, rinsing away the collagen wash that doesn’t seem to help the wrinkles. If it had, maybe he wouldn’t have cheated. Maybe he wouldn’t be shacked up with a woman half your age. A girl, really.

You shake your head and sigh. Nothing you can do or undo.

You shut off the tap as you hear voices above. The basement is close enough to an apartment; you have your own bathroom and a reasonable amount of space. Privacy is another matter as your mother barges in to get to the laundry room or even just chatter about Clara’s casserole.

You dry your face and your hands and leave the bathroom. You cross the carpeted floor to the stairs and pause. Your brother must have got to town early and your parents are ecstatic to have him back. They can be proud of him; he’s an executive in a national company with a wife-to-be on his arm. Younger but always ahead of you.

You still haven’t found the courage to go up and say hello. Now’s as good a time as ever. You’re thirsty and they say hydration is the key to staying young. Yeah right, that’s not something you can change now.

You hope your future sister-in-law doesn’t mind your pajamas. The blue and white striped satin set are of the few nice things you salvaged from your former life. You open the door and shuffle up in your slippers.

The voices draw you to the kitchen. You peek around and find your parents standing on one side of the square island as your brother stands between two other figures. You didn’t think there was anyone else coming.

You think better of introducing yourself. You’ll go back downstairs and say you fell asleep. As you turn, your arm hits the vase on the side table. You cringe as it goes silent.

“Honey?” Your mother calls to you. You exhale and steel yourself.

“Uh, hi,” you sidle into the doorway, “I didn’t want to interrupt. I just wanted to get some water.”

“Nonsense, Jaydon’s here with his love fiancee, Tandi,” she trills as she beckons you forward, “and Jonathan popped in to catch up.”

You look around as you near the island. Jonathan. Pine? You didn’t think he was still around here. Everyone else seems to have moved on.

“Hey,” your brother, Jaydon grumbles.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Tandi offers her hand with a bright smile. She’s tall and slim and beautiful and probably ten years younger than your brother. Why do men always do that?

“You too,” you give a strained smile.

“Nice to see you again,” Jonathan intones and you look at him, struck by his clinging eyes.

He changed but he is not unrecognizable. He was always the tall, stringy kid but he’s filled out, he has some lines across his forehead and around his eyes, but they only refine his looks. He used to just be your brother’s sidekick, now he stays straight and confident.

“You too, Jonathan,” you murmur, “sorry, I didn’t think you’d be here tonight.”

“We made pretty good time,” Jaydon says proudly.

“Just so happens I’m in town for a family affair as well,” Jonathan adds, “good a time as ever to reconnect.”

You nod and wait for someone else to speak. You have nothing exciting to boast of. You’d rather fade into the background in the shine of their achievements. You’re certain they’ve already been briefed on your comedy of errors.

“Me and Tandi were just saying we’d like to go to the farmer’s market tomorrow. You could join us for a ladies’ day out. We’ll give the men some space,” your mother chimes. “Get you out of the house.”

Her last comments sting. You’ve been hiding. You don’t want to be recognised or need to explain yourself. Even if you did deflect curiosity, you don’t need another reminder of all your failures. And the farmer’s market? What are you going to do there? You don’t have the money for overpriced heirloom tomatoes.

Still, you have to play along. That was the talk your mother had with you. Like a teenager she had to tell you exactly how to behave when company was there. Company? He’s your brother.

“Sure, that sounds good,” you agree.

“I’m so excited,” Tandi beams, “it will be nice to explore and get to know Jay’s hometown.”

She touches his arm and he promptly drapes it around her shoulders. Jay? He always hated being called that but he seems to like her. For now. Their show of intimacy makes you shrivel up inside.

“There is very much to see,” Jonathan quips, putting your own thoughts to words. “Quaint, as the polite would put it.”

“Well, I recall you never had any issue finding something to do,” your mother rebukes playfully and Jonathan smirks.

“Yes, but I don’t suppose it’s the sort of activity your little ladies’ day out would entail,” he gives a coy tilt of his head.

“I hope you’ve grown out of that,” your mother kids.

“Mm, I like to think I have,” he shrugs.

You’re certain he has. All of them are the adults in the room and you’re the hermit in the basement. You have no illusions, you know your mother, you know all your mistakes have been laid out on the table; on every table in town. Oh woe to her, she always did try to raise you right.

“Mm, yes, well, it has been so long and you are all adults,” your mother says, as if to affirm your resent, “you’ve all come such a far way.”

You bite down on your cheeks, holding your tongue. It’s probably not a snipe at you, you’re just sensitive. You look at the counter and try to make yourself small. The glimpse of your pajamas once more sets you apart from them. How embarrassing.

“Oh, yes, speaking of,” Jaydon pipes up, “the engagement party. You said you had a venue in mind. We should see that while we’re here.”

“Ah,” your mother nearly squeals, “you’re going to do it here?”

“We talked about it,” Jaydon looks at Tandi, “but the wedding is still up in the air.”

“Oh my, how exciting,” your mother trills. “Perhaps tomorrow then, we might do that as well,” your mother continues her giddy raving, “mm, and flowers, catering, oh! A dress…”

You could slip away right then. She wouldn’t notice. None of them would.

You peek over at her. She was never that excited for you. Well, you never got the ring. You were never that special. You tear your eyes away and they meet another pair. You quickly wipe the sadness from your face and send Jonathan a plaintive smile. His eyes narrow and his gaze lingers.

You break your own stare and try to focus on the conversation. You should be happy for your brother, not bitter. Afterall, you made your own mistakes, not him.

[sexycraisinthanos]

Well, I mean... they will soon enough, the point of that statement is that they're going to due soon, they only care about immediate personal profit, not the future that they won't see

@screw-good-usernames

At 65 most people have roughly 20 or so years left before they die. So that sounds like it’s not “due soon” (remember Betty White who died at 99 years old?)

And on the subject of voting for immediate profit (which, please elaborate on that for me. I’m genuinely curious) vs the future they “won’t see” (again, 20-30 years), people are going to vote for stuff that they’re told will happen immediately. That is not just limited to people who are at retirement age. It’s also a generalized idea that I’m sure you got from personal experience with older generation of voters

But it’s not just about the “far future” that you seem to think voting only applies to

It’s about changes that can take place over the course of 5 years max.

Like I’m sure my former college classmate who was 60 at her time of enrollment in college would love the student loan forgiveness plan

Or old timers who don’t want their retirement plans getting nixed

Or maybe they’d even like to vote on minimum wage and worker’s rights because some will work until they die.

“65 year olds shouldn’t vote because it’s not their future”

Do you think you stop existing at 65?

[chocolatemilksmoothie]

Any Sport in a Storm

Listen I didn't get the time to do this w the last 2 eps (even though I had a lot of thoughts and feelings believe me) but I'll do it now bc this episode was so cute? And it surprised me too! Let's see

all the coven heads ignoring him is unsurprising, tho Raine hesitating didn't escape me. even under Terra's control they seem a bit concerned

Belos being like a single working parent leaving notes on the fridge or smth

so. the old golden guard sigil is also the Gravesfield sigil? I already had noticed it looks similar to the Emperor's coven symbol but the bird's wings are more closed. thinking...

grown witches let's stop bullying the literal teenager

"Little Prince" is the cutest nickname ever and if Darius is the closest thing Hunter will get to a mentor figure I love the idea of it going from a condescending name to an affectionate one. I love it

seems Darius and Eber are very involved in Belos plans? what are they doing

Darius knew the previous Golden Guard? He was his mentor?? There was a previous Golden Guard???

So I was wondering how or why he would be sent to Hexide, turns out it wasn't Belos idea at all. Makes sense

Willow is an absolute badass and I love her YES GIRL GO

like SHE'S SO POWERFUL god

HER DADS? awww jock nerd family!

Luz dropping all the books really got me for some reason. my child

"spill it hermosa!"

I suspected Luz and Amity would be busy elsewhere, and really enjoyed their B plot! Theorizing just like us about the mysterious person, the answer was the simpler option

I had assumed Eda had brought the books and sold them at some point. It was smth like that but without Eda lol

Tiny Nose has a name now also? good for her

To the surprise of no one, he sucks at interacting with other kids but this is even worse than expected lmao authority! and rules!!

heck yea Jerbo fight the system!

Professor Homunculus is a big jerk. tho we already knew that

Glad our boi Hunter gets to show off a little with the flying skills, he's had a, uh, rough season. He also got attacked by Puddles

I thought Caleb was the name of the museum guy obsessed with witches but it was actually Jacob generic english man names got me confused my bad

"hm, I don't feel sick" oh you clueless child

Gus being suspicious and protective I love my son

the Best and the Brightest I love them

Two "half-a-witch" witches huh? Loved the parallel but also ouch. Guess that's a common insult for kids who struggle with magic which is yikes

Skara tactical genius hell yeah!

"now I'm only scarred emotionally ;)" girl omg

I hope Viney and Jerbo can reconcile after this. He looked terrified lmao we take sports very serious here

I love Hunter's teleporting technique. sneaky boi

TEAM SPORTS. TEAM SPIRIT. Hunter making friends!! and he came up with the team name! Cute and creative

"Icepack for Steve"

seems training for the emperor's coven is brutal. Yet to hunter it's whatever lmao oh boy

also one free day a year.... yikes

Darius pushing Hunter to make choices for himself let's gooo

Boop

and he gave him a phone scroll thingy 😭 which means he can keep in touch. Typing like an old man

I hope he won't get in trouble for it but Belos is ancient af he probably thinks social media is the real dark magic so he'll never see it I guess

sewing is indeed a very helpful skill to have

so third time was the charm, after Luz then Amity tried to reach out it seems Willow and her team might be his first real friends!

what's his username I need to know

I already liked Darius as a fabulous jerk and antagonist but now I'm super interested to see more of him

also his past with Amity's dad SPILL THE TEA! bitter exes? former besties? rivals since forever? is it a one sided aggression thing? please I need it

and he follows him on social media just to scoff and mute him, petty king

obsessed with Amity and Luz showing up at the end like oh did we miss anything imporWHAT

Little Prince!!

So yeah, very cute and fun over all, and revealed more than I expected. S2 has been fantastic non stop. Glad Hunter got to have some fun bc I feel he won't for too long

oh, spoilers for the upcoming episode synopsis:

So next week we'll have Amity and Luz focus, and it seems Amity wants to impress her dad so we might get more Darius too! Show me the handsome witch again!! Not expecting to see Hunter next week but maybe more Willow and Gus. I love them. I do hope we keep seeing the Emeralds hanging out in the future as a club and having practice and playing matches, idk. also show them talking w hunter through the scrolls? it'd be cute

[navybrat817]

More Than Enough

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: You had a bad day, but Bucky is there to help. Word Count: 500 Warnings: Fluff, comfort, feels, reader had a bad day, Bucky Barnes being a sweetheart (yeah, that's a warning!) A/N: No one asked for this short piece, but today wasn't great and I hope any lovely having a bad day finds some comfort in this. You are more than enough!!!❤️❤️❤️

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"Bad day, doll?"

Bucky wasn't used to seeing you like this. You told him more than once that having bad days helped you appreciate the good days. Still, watching you go right to the bedroom after barely speaking or touching your dinner, he internally panicked.

"I'm fine," you answered with false cheer, your smile tired. It was a look that didn't belong on your beautiful face. Everyone had bad days, but you didn't have to fake being okay with him.

"That's not what I asked."

"Yeah, it was… kind of a bad day," you admitted carefully. "Actually, you know what? It was a shitty, fucking day."

His eyes didn't leave you as you shifted in the bed, seeing the slight shake in your hand as you wiped your eyes. Even without his enhanced hearing, he would have heard the shuddering breath you let out. He knew you were still trying to hide how upset you were as the room fell silent. Who knew the former Winter Soldier could be frightened by the sight of your tears?

The lump in his throat formed before he could stop it, swallowing it down. Anger twisted in his guy within seconds because who had the fucking balls to make you feel that way? Who had the nerve to make you cry? He had to blink away the rage because it wouldn't comfort you.

Wordlessly, he crossed the room to stretch out beside you. It took a moment for you to roll over, your eyes brimming with fresh tears. He bit down hard on the inside of his cheek as you moved close and buried your face in his neck. Wrapping his arms around you, he held you with more care than most people believed a former assassin could.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Why?" you mumbled as he began to rub your back.

"That you had a bad day," he replied, turning his head to kiss the top of yours. "What can I do?"

Part of him was glad you didn't see his face because he couldn't hide his guilt. The fact that he had to ask you how to make you feel better? What did that say about him?

"You holding me and being here is enough," you said with such sincerity that his heart twisted. How was he enough for you?

"You're enough," he whispered. "Do you know that?"

You sniffled, shifting a bit closer. "I am?"

"Yeah, you are. And… you're allowed to have bad days. It's more than okay," he added, cringing slightly. Was he making it worse?

"...Can you keep talking?" you asked in a small voice.

"I can do that."

"Maybe a story?" you suggested, your voice a bit lighter.

"I've been saving a good one."

"Yeah? What story is that?"

"How I fell in love with you."

He smiled when he felt your lips against his neck. You were smiling, too. It was small, but it was there and real. "I think I'm going to like this story."