#sorry I'll have to follow you from my cringe main

[pomefioredove]

The twst shrek villains blog has been made

How does it feel knowing you've unleashed chaos into this world?

IMGONNAPEEMYSELF SHV3V THIS IS EVERYTHING!!!!! I LOVE THE NAME IT'S SO GOOD

[otomiyaa]

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(literally how I named the image, couldn't think of something else)

Hi guys :') To my followers and tumblr friends, I'm really sorry if my sudden disappearance scared or upset you. It wasn't quite... planned. And today was a busy day and I needed some time to consider what I wanted to do.

Short version of the story:

My tumblr account got terminated for copyright infringement. A certain Mr. Green got me in unlucky trouble (ref 1, 2).

I won't get it back, or try to get it back. It's gone.

Needed a moment to consider 2 options: ask Mia to extend my dramatic farewell letter and stay gone, or make a new blog.

Not planning to post new writing here. I won't be using words like 'never' or 'forever' because I'm a known clown with things like this, but the intention is to no longer post fics. I will finish Tickletober on AO3 and then take a break from writing. So yes, I cancel the swiftscribbles event too, sorry!

When I opened my laptop, I could see my old blog in its final hour lmao (I found out about the loss on my phone). So that's what the snap is from on a fitting grave. It was fun while it lasted!

Long version of the story:

Losing my blog(s): My Tumblr account with main blog + sideblogs got terminated overnight, it was quite the surprise! I've either been reported or tracked by bots. The posts are a bunch of numbered URLs I can't open, but the message is clear: for including anime content, genshin impact or media from other sources (whether it's videos, screenshots, official art, gifs or even fanwork) you technically can get a strike. Upon googling the claimer I quickly found this first, and knew it was a lost cause. Although it feels shitty and unlucky, I am in no place to appeal. It's like when I used to make AMVs in the past, you never knew whether a song or even anime footage was going to give your YT account a copyright strike or even a ban, it was a gamble. I have lost YT accounts before, and now I lost the Tumblr one. With 7+ years of tickle trash content and a bunch of sideblogs. But oh well, moving on!

Starting a new blog: It was a serious consideration whether this was my ultimate chance to do what I've always said I wanted to do eventually - quit my blog. My first thought was to ask Mia to share my explanation and literal goodbye with you guys, and stick to my chaos of a Twitter account to indulge in fandom stuff. But then I thought of how happy Tumblr made me, even without the fic writing, but just.. reblogging things, getting random asks, shouting about life and of course, about tickles. I decided to make a new blog after all, but also decided the following:

The 7K+ milestone swiftscribbles event is cancelled, for which I apologize! The follower milestone, together with the motivation to write the fics, and even the asks with the requests I got, all died with my former blog.

I will see how long I can survive without posting a new fic or drabble. A loose headcanon or two might fly around sometime. And if necessary, a link to a new fic on AO3.

Tickletober? Hell yes I'll finish it, I would cringe in bed for 49 days at least if I would stop. I just won't post the fics here, but on AO3.

Reposting/reblogging my old works? Undecided at the moment but I'm tired and lazy. I don't feel too upset since most of my fics are still on AO3 at least and not completely gone.

Anyways, I'll see what happens and how long I can enjoy this nerfed version of blogging.

Surprisingly I'm not upset about losing my other blog, there were a lot of memories but it was also very cringe. I'm gonna be just as cringe here, but at least I feel cleansed.

For those who choose to follow me again, thank you, but please know that there won't be much original content coming from me, for now!:)

[acamaryseinteery]

This fic started as a fun rp and months(or a year) later I decided to make a fic out of it. I once stated that when the 8 chapter is out, I'll release it to public.

I studied as much as I could about the Saami culture to be as accurate as possible and also create a new lore and keeping up the fact that Eret's culture is also part inuity which affects his mother's looks and culture and such.

I hope you guys will like it.

The credits to this fic also belong to the @skysiren41, who has OC Brynja and Naga in the fic with Brynja dating Eret and Naga being a hybrid of a Light fury and Stormcutter.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54579286/chapters/138293809

And because AO3 is acting up, here's the chapter 8:

When others arrived they found them sleeping and cuddled together.

"Aww how sweet." Fishlegs smiled.

"Well looks like we found them." Hiccup said, sounding relieved. He was really worried when he didn´t see them come back.

"Do you think he's nude again?" Asked out loud Ruff and others cringed.

"Come on, you're better than that!" Frowned Astrid but she was blushing.

"Ew don't remind me." Snotlout shuttered, remembering how they found out.

Three months after Eret moved to Berk, the Berk got swarmed with wild dragons who didn´t know where to be since the main Alpha fell and Toothless was still getting a hang of his status. They were wrecking things, nesting in the ships and buildings and fighting over the streets to make it their territorium. Clearly they were now considering Berk to be their new nest.

Let's just say that it was a very hectic morning and in the hurry Hiccup and Snotlout forgot to knock. The avoiding looks that day were making everyone else uncomfortable, Eret included.

Others shuddered too and then jumped when they heard. "Would you mind keeping it down? Since you came here you're loud." said Eret with his eyes closed, hearing everything they said.

They all blushed embarrassed when they realized he was awake.

"Right...sorry." Hiccup said and headed upstairs, catching a glimpse of smirk on Eret's face. Undoubtedly from the story.

Later on during the night Eret woke up from the same nightmare again but this time he didn't scream and just panted.

He got dressed and went for a fresh air to calm down, being as quiet as possible to not wake anyone up.

After he left Hiccup woke up to the sound of the closed door. Looking around he noticed Eret was gone and carefully got out of bed to follow him, seeing him walk to the shore. After a while Eret stopped by the pebble beach and sat down, hugging his knees and looking at the deep dark ocean enlightened by the full moon.

Hiccup walked up and cleared his throat. "Hey."

Eret winced a bit in surprise and sighed, still being back to him "Hey..."

Hiccup came over and sat beside him. “I thought I'd find you here. It's not the first time I have found you on the shore. What is it, the sky? Sand?”

“....... The sea, actually. I like the sound of the waves beating against the shore.”

"Oh……… I'm sorry about what happened. As soon as we stop the Jormungard, you don't have to see your dad again."

Eret sighed deeply and then explained slowly. "It's not all that. Most of my life I've tried to make him proud and show him I am capable of more things than we do here. But as I got older he kept reminding me to not dream so high and to focus on the clan. Maybe if I listened instead of leaving, he wouldn't disown me...."

"You did a lot to help us, you helped to defeat Drago, twice, you brought us here, you're far from a disappointment. All that is left to do is to let your dad know that." He said, hoping to light that spark of hope that's usually sparkling in Eret's eyes. But none appeared as he didn't look very convinced and looked away instead.

Seeing that reaction Hiccup pulled out a stronger weapon.

His own dad issues.

"You might find it hard to believe but I know what you're going through. Sort of."

Seeing Eret turn his head around to look at him with mild confusion, he continued.

"Back then before Toothless, I was constantly trying to be one of the Vikings. Back then killing a dragon was everything I wanted when it was actually just to prove myself that I'm useful, that I belong and I am like them. Like my dad, who by the way after finding out I teamed up with a dragon, disowned me too. I swear I never felt so horrible in my entire life. I was so hurt, especially because it was by my own father..... But I didn't let that stop me from saving Toothless and defeating the Red Death. After he saw the real me in the saddle and how I was capable of doing what no Viking ever could, he realized his mistake and for the first time in my life told me that he's proud of me. Truly proud. I'm sure your dad will come around. And when after he sees the real you, a guy who despite his bad life choices and being disowned still decides to save his people, he'll realize how much he actually he's gonna miss you more than he admits and will regret it.”

The silence suddenly felt heavy after the speech, so many emotions let out of nowhere made the air quite thick. Hiccup couldn't read from Eret's expression what was happening in his head at the moment. Either he was shocked to hear about the disowning or he wondered if Hiccup was right. Or something different. Sometimes Eret was really hard to read, especially because he´s unpredictable in his actions and words and could punch him on the spot within seconds. That happened to Snotlout once. He deserved it though.

Deciding to switch a topic Hiccup spoke up more calmly.

"So...that needle thing...what is it?"

Eret's eyes narrowed in surprise, making him stutter "Oh, um. It's nothing important."

"It must be, you leave when you're getting tired or dizzy for a few minutes, but after that you're fine." Pointed out Hiccup and on seeing the conflict in the other man he added "Please, we just want to know if you're okay."

"So you noticed......... It's stupid" Eret mumbled, looking really ashamed of it. Despite that Hiccup pushed more on him, not leaving without an answer this time. "Whatever it is, it doesn't matter how stupid it is as long as you're alright."

Eret looked at him briefly and then leaned back to fix his hair, a habit he did when he was nervous. "The thing is that I'm not. I was born with something my people call the Fainting curse. My body is missing something that can help me stay conscious during some adrenaline activities and work normally inside. Ever since my parents found out they were making sure that it won't affect my life that much so they both looked for any cure but all they found was a temporary solution that helps me for 12 hours. Lately it's been shortening from 4 to 8 because I've been running low on Slumber root and the Violet tongue doesn't grow anywhere but here, so it's not ideal. Brynja, Saami and the chief are the only ones who know. I never told anyone else because I was always ashamed of it."

Staring at him shocked Hiccup but then put his hand on his shoulder "I understand. When was the last time you took this medicine?" He asked worriedly.

"Not too long after I left the campfire. I was on my way there completely dizzy with the world spinning, basically leaning against the walls to stay up when my fath-I mean the chief found me during his guard and tried to help me. Next thing I know is that everything turns black and cold. After Brynja gave me the medicine I felt better but fully conscious after a few hours. Brynja told me he didn't stay there for long and just told her how to prepare the new meds." He confessed.

"Guess he's still looking out for you." He pointed out, smiling a little until Eret's response.

"As a chief yes because after all I'm still Saami. But as a father......." He pulled his knees higher to curl up in a ball.

Hiccup looked at him sadly, then looked out into the ocean. "Well...you still have us."

He looked at him and tried to smile a bit "Yeah..."

Considering he was taller than him he appreciated the how Hiccup kept his hand on his shoulder to show support.

He then looked at the sea and asked "Do you really think we can deal with that giant?"

"I have absolutely no idea." Hiccup admitted seriously. "But we need to show them it's real at least."

"You should really stop making promises that get us in situations like this." Pointed out Eret annoyed.

"Yeah I know, I regret everytime after I say it. But we have a plan to lure the Jormungard with a ship filled with fake sailors, then one of us will get a scale or tooth while it's distracted." he told him.

Eret sighed, remembering something grandpa told him.

"That won't work. Jormungard knows exactly when there is a northman in the boat and when it's fake. My grandpa back in his day tried it.You'll have to get alive bait that is-" he then realizes and frowns at him "Don't even think about it."

"-that means you need to be on the boat." Finished Hiccup the unspoken end, realizing what he is asking his friend to do after the words left his mouth.

Eret groaned loudly and got up, walking back to bed “Yeah no. Not a chance, Hiccup.” He called.

The next day when the others woke up Hiccup told them what they'll have to do. Noone was on board with being on board.

"What!? Are you crazy!?" Snotlout said shocked.

"I know it's dangerous but it's the only way we can get the evidence we need." Hiccup said.

"Face it Hiccup, it's a suicide mission." Brynja said seriously.

"But so far it's the only plan we have." Hiccup muttered, seeing Eret go to them, still sore "That's gonna take time to get used to Violet tongue again...." He muttered to himself and sat down "What did I miss?"

"Hiccup wants one of us to be on the ship as bait." Explained Astrid and Eret shrugged, taking breakfast "So nothing I wouldn't know about.”

"What happens if one of us can't get out?" Asked Fishlegs.

"We'll make sure one of us is close to the ship."

"You should tie up the person to a rope in case he'll try to eat them on the jump. As dragon trappers we sometimes used live bait." Said Eret and added "Rarely on the sea dragons though."

Hiccup was once again glad that someone had any experience with this. No matter the past or means. "Well that solves that problem, but who's gonna do it?"

"Not me!" Snotlout said immediately

Ruffnut: Not it!

Tuffnut: Not it and I vote for Eret!

Astrid: Same!

Eret choked on the food "What?!"

Astrid folded her arms "First of, it was his idea with the alive bait, second he's used to these actions and third-"

"He's a northman!" Finished Tuffnut.

"But what if he gets hurt?!" Brynja protested.

"We'll tie a rope around his waist like he said." Hiccup said, rubbing the back of his head innocently.

"What?! You can't be serious!" Eret frowned more.

"I know it's dangerous, but I promise we'll make sure you're safe"

"No! I already encountered that thing and it keeps me up all night!" He stood up and walked out.

"Eret wait!" Hiccup said but he was gone, causing him to sigh.

"Well, that went smoothly." Muttered Ruffnut.

"That's the first time I heard him admit that he's scared." Said Snotlout in shock.

"He's really terrified of that dragon..." Hiccup muttered, watching their friend leave.

A bit later

Brynja and the others decided for now to explore the village for a bit, taking in the sights and everything they couldn't yesterday.

Saami were doing most of their work outside under the sun, which included cooking, building, carving and some even playing or practicing fighting with swords.

Back behind the village was a couple of people feeding the reindeers or practicing for the reindeer sleigh race.

Brynja was curious about the wood carving and stopped by a group of Saami carving together around the fire.

When she came there they looked up at her "Wanna learn to carve, dear?”

"I actually know how to carve, may I join?" She asked.

They nodded and gave her a free piece of wood for which she thanked them and began to carve with them.

Snotlout was interested in sword fighting while the others were curious about the reindeers. When he walked up to them they asked him if he wanted to join them. Snotlout took the sword and tried to strike, ending on his back within seconds. Unlike between Vikings, here no one laughed at him as the lads were happy to teach him their ways.

Leaving him there, others aimed their route to the new animals.

The reindeers seemed to be mid domestic and constantly demanding hay and lichen.

Between helping out Saami was Eret, looking a hundred times happier.

"So these are the reindeers you were talking about?" Hiccup asked his friend, hoping he cooled off.

Eret nodded and kept feeding them from the bag, holding out the dried lichen. "This is still a small number so far. The rest will arrive later today. Hopefully."

Some of them tried to sniff if any of them had food.

"Aww they seem friendly." Hiccup said and tried to pet one of them but the reindeer shook his head and trotted away from him.

"Don't feel bad, they come for food, pets rarely. When the ice melts we release them back into nature and they come back at the end of the summer." Explained Eret simply.

"What do you use them for?" Asked Hiccup, watching the animals move around Saami either to demand food or just curious but even to them they acted a little skittish.

"Meat, fur, horns, bones. Nothing goes to waste here. Literally. We even use the organs and blood for our use.” He explained and went to take a lasso to help separate one male who was hurt after spotting him from afar.

“Now you're going to see how I got my strength." He put on the leather gloves and threw the lasso from afar and caught the reindeer by horns who immediately started to bounce and fight.

Eret thankfully had a firm stance so the pulling didn't seem to affect him "Easy, easy!"

"You need help?" Asked Astrid, watching in surprise.

"Hah! Not at all! I've been working with them most of my youth." He began to lead the fighting reindeer into a round little fence where other Saami were ready to quickly open and close the door.

Hiccup watched him, impressed. This explained why he was good with wrangling dragons.

Astrid and Ruffnut were admiring this too. Just a little differently.

Once the reindeer calmed down a bit it was easier "There you go old friend. Had to get it out, didn't ya?" He spoke softly to the animal and made a couple of tongue clicks "There we go. You put up a good fight there."

"That was incredible Eret." Fishlegs said, looking amazed by the display of calculated strength and strategy.

"Who taught you that?" Hiccup asked him curiously.

"It's just our thing. This is what we do. Every Saami learns these skills and respect for these animals ever since we are young. They are our everything, so we treat them with respect." He managed to get the male to a stack of hay and a bucket with water where he could take a better look at the wound while it was distracted by eating.

Once seeing the wound properly he hissed "Oi boy... No wonder you're moody." He muttered and called another Saami over to discuss it.

"He’s gotta teach me to do that someday." Hiccup said as he looked at the wound from behind the fence.

"You really want to know how to handle a wild reindeer?" Asked Astrid skeptically.

"Hey, trying something new every day." Hiccup shrugged.

"Well some muscles on those toothpicks would help you." She teased him.

"Ow right to the heart!" He said pretending that hurt his feelings.

Others giggled until Eret walked to them with concern written all over his face "Let's show you guys something else."

"Is everything ok?" Asked Fishlegs as they noticed the concern.

"Not really. This guy fought off a pack of wolves but that wound.... He's soon gonna feel no more pain." He looked back and saw his people treating the animal kindly and saying some prayers to him.

Hiccup immediately knew what that meant, sighing sadly. "Poor thing..."

"We really can't do anything?" Asked Astrid and Ruffnut teared up "Poor guy...."

"That's how things in the North go here. Instead of letting it suffer we get rid of the pain and in return the animal will not lose its purpose. But I never liked this part of saying goodbye." He began to lead them away so they didn't have to watch.

They all walked away, not wanting to see it either. Sadly life could be unfair to both humans and animals.

Once in the village they went to see how Snotlout's doing. It was difficult for him since all men were taller than him.

Snotlout was still trying his best with the sword fighting, showing off his skills

They tried to show him how to not repeat the same mistake but he insisted on no help.

He did his best, but he kept messing up. "Uhh! Come on, why can't I do this right!”

"You're forcing it too much. Here, may I?" One of them offered to help him

Snotlout groaned and held out the sword but instead the guy stood up behind him "Leading leg slightly forward, crouch down a little, left arm before your chest for protection and just go with the hits, look for open spots. Got it?"

"Got it." He nodded a little nervously and then looked surprised when the guy tried to throw him off balance by pushing him, failing in doing so.

"Good. Keep the stance as you fight." He got ready and went to stand before him.

This time it went a lot better for him and other guys cheered at him for making it a success.

"Now that's more like it!"

Eret smiled seeing the progress, not to mention the display of the difference between learning the Viking way and the Saami way. Vikings forge skills with failures and distress but Saami teaches how to make it more fun and still make progress.

Brynja meanwhile was finishing up her carving of a Goldscale

Soon they found her "There you are"

"Hey, sorry I was carving." She smiled and showed Saami her carving.

Saami looked impressed while Astrid smiled "Is that Topaz? Hey, could you carve me a Stormfly?"

"Oh and maybe Meatlug?" Fishlegs asked her

"Sure thing." She smiled.

"Why don't you join us?" Asked one of the Saami.

"Uh we don't know how to carve wood." Hiccup said.

They offered to teach them.

They decided to try it out, getting tips from Brynja on how to do it.

Astrid was pretty clumsy with this delicate work and didn't do well. Hiccup was also not that great with carving, while Fishlegs was actually pretty ok with it. At the end of the day they each had their first little statue of their dragons. As clumsy or funny as it looked it was still a fun experience.

While the others were having a good time during the every eve bonfire, Hiccup was still trying to figure out how to get the evidence.

Eret walked over "Something on your mind, chief?"

"What do you think?" He said tired.

"Oh, that.... I spoke with the Saami and they said that they'll be going fishing in 2 days so we have till tomorrow night to get the evidence...... So I thought maybe I could try to cooperate........" He muttered the last sentence.

"Really, you'd do that?" He asked, a little surprised.

He shrugged and hugged himself a bit. "I care about these people and I want to make up for my absence here. So I want to help prevent more deaths, even if it would include my own."

He nodded. "Well that won't happen, we'll make sure you're ok."

"Yeah, wish I felt that sure too."

"We'll get everything ready for tomorrow night"

"Why not during the day?"

"Cause it might see us too."

"..... True."

"We'll have to do it during the night then."

"Great. Can't wait......" He was definitely way more scared now. Being a bait during the day had a plus you could see what's happening beneath the water. But here in the North the waters turn so dark that the hand disappears after light sinking. Not to mention the fact there was a giant dragon with his name booked for the dinner menu.

[mafuluzx]

UNRELEASED WATTPAD STORY LET'S GOOO!!!

Uhmm, so, if you guys don't follow me on Wattpad, you might not know this, but I'm releasing my scrapped male reader book right here. This is basically what was supposed to be the prologue, but it's kinda crappy and stuff now that I think about it...

So this is also a bit more different than the rest of my stories, that's also why I scrapped it. I went out of my comfort zone and whoops. Umm, yeah, the main thing of this story is just Jay's and (y/n)'s relation to each other as siblings and such, so here you go.

I've seen people put lyrics in their prologues, so I thought that it might be cool to try in this one... that's what I thought when I started writing. BUT I DON'T LIKE IT ANYMORE AND I THINK IT'S KINDA CRINGE AND GOOFY AAAAHHHH!!!

Also, this book is an old scrapped idea from the time I was still working on the idea for Over the Clouds (One of my books in Wattpad). It was either this or that, and I ended up liking the idea of Over the Cloud's waaaaaaay more.

But this is it. I'll publish the rest in separate posts, will basically be the actual thing cut in two parts.

Beautiful Liar (Scrapped)

Prologue

𝓛𝓮𝓽'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓪 

"No, no! NO! Pa! Don't take him away!"

"Don't worry, you'll meet again."

"I can help take care of him! I-I really can!"

"(y/n), calm down, Jay will be alright."

"NO, I DON'T WANT HIM TO GO!"

𝓛𝓮𝓽'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓪 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓪

"The ninja have saved us yet again! The people of Stiix were all saved by the newest addition to the ninja team, the water ninja Nya! People on the scene say..."

"How worthless... Look at how things have turned out. He's got a a big loving family and many things he enjoys doing. He has no need for me anymore. He's part of a ninja team as well, that must be fun. And how he can be so awfully honest on tv makes me smile. I could never."

꧁༒"𝓞𝓻 𝓪 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻~" ༒꧂

"And, drum roll... YES! WE DID IT AGAIN!" A shout of celebration rang from the phone I was holding.

"Another million views overnight. The music video seems to be to the fans' liking." A second voice spoke.

"Yeah..." (y/n)  said as well. The others were celebrating, so he should as well. He put on a small smile as he looked at the letter he had finished writing. He was gonna send it soon.

"Oh, (y/n), You don't sound so excited." A third voice spoke

"How could he? Cliff Gordon just...We're sorry (y/n)." Yet another voice said as (y/n) shook his head.

"No, it's really alright." 

"...If you say so. The manager said you should take a break though, the paparazzi are sure to take advantage of this."

"Alright! Tell the manager to keep in touch." (y/n) said as

"Sure, take it easy, (y/n)."  "Bye, bye!" The sixth and fifth voices called before (y/n) put his phone down. He let out a sigh as he stopped leaning on the wall, and set his phone down. Taking a sip from his water bottle, he pressed play on one his band's own songs.

"five, six, seven, eight..." He counted quietly as he started moving in the middle of the room. He stared at himself from the mirrors covering the walls, his eyes sometimes skimming past the posters of a ninja dressed in blue. (y/n) scoffed at himself, his form was off. At some point he stopped counting his steps, and instead mouthed the words of the song.

Knock, knock, knock...

(y/n) stopped for a second,thinking he had heard something, but when no other sound came, he continued.

Ding dong...

This time (y/n) paused the music. The room went awfully quiet, but still no sound came. (y/n) extended his arms towards the play button again, but before he could touch it:

DING DONG, DING DONG, DING DONG...!

The sound of the doorbell continued as (y/n) rushed out of the room. Only once he stepped onto the carpet set in front of the front doors did the ringing stop. (y/n) twisted the lock before opening the door slightly, as his eyes opened wide.

(y/n) opened the door fully as a boy with fluffy brown hair stood in front of the door with a smile. (y/n) saw a couple of people the same age as the boy far behind him, seeming to have run after him. The boy smiled widely before jumping and hugging (y/n) tightly.

"I'm here, brother. I'm home!" (y/n) felt a sense of déjà vu, but he couldn't quite put a finger on why that was. As Jay hugged (y/n) tighter, (y/n)'s eyes started to water. He felt as if Jay had said those words before, but he couldn't possibly have. 

"...Welcome home." The other ninja finally caught up to Jay, and stopped to stare silently at the present situation. The ninja stared with confusion on their faces, except for the water ninja. Finally, (y/n) hugged back, and started sobbing.

[octobertomarch]

all this time i was looking at the wips you post on your main blog and went “felt like i saw this art style before” then not realizing this was your art blog, im a dumbass.

Dear, first of all, I'm sorry for the late response. I just finished my Cinderella duties (chores).

I'm glad you discovered my blog for art dumps. Actually I also have a third one for fics, mostly Loiyor. It's been months since I last posted but I might post sometime soon once I'm done with my self-ship Endo fic (feel free to pull off a cringed reaction, do not hold back 😂🤣). Will also do SuoNirei too.

This blog was made to keep others safe from my shitposts and rant on my main and also for easier tracking of my own art. I think it's been about 2 or 3 years since I created this blog but unfortunately, I'm still having difficulty with the things I want to improve. Even so, I'll keep doing this since it's one of my only few happiness.

Thanks for following me here too! Yoroshiku 💕

[imthepunchlord]

You know, I actually think Marinette and Adrien actually suffer from a similar issue. Don't get me wrong, they both have their own unique issues with how they're written, but there is one big issue they both have that I want to focus on. That issue is that the writers put their romances at the forefront of their characters. This has played a big role in the detriment of characters and portrayals. For example, let you at the Marinette in the show and her movie counterpart. Don't get me wrong, I am a Mari fan, but even I can admit the way the writers portray her is problematic with how they make her look like a stalker. Compare this to movie!Marinette who doesn't have those problematic elements because they focused more on her character, struggles, and growth, while her romance stuff was secondary. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I genuinely feel that how Marinette was portrayed in the movie was how the show wanted us to see her but failed because they made her crush on Adrien the forefront of her character. Now, for Adrien, this might be even worse for him since it was detrimental to his character and story. Like you and @nobodyfamousposts said, Adrien had a lot of potential in both his character and story. But all that potential was wasted because they made his crush on Ladybug his whole character and story, which just served to stagnate the show and make Adrien a nothing character. I feel this show can be taken as an example of why a show should never make a lead/main character's main personality trait their crush on someone; it never really works out and just makes people dislike the character.

Sorry if this got ranty; this has been on my mind for a while now, and it just felt good to talk about.

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Honestly, yeah, the Miraculous Movie was leagues better than the show, and a big part of that is that romance DIDN'T take over the focus and the movie had a story they wanted to tell cohesively, and not drag out. At this time, if you want to watch Miraculous, it's the ideal one to watch.

And that just relates to the core issues of the writing. They DON'T want to progress things, not the romance or the story, and both aspects need progress. But they drag it out. And they let the romance take the center stage, and because they want it dragged out, go certain ways, and work off their comedy, you get a lot of OOCness, cringe, unhealthy pursuits and actions, and a lot of repeated issues cause we can't have that progress.

And that's not going to fly for this show and set up.

If sticking to the status quo is what they wanted, they should've changed things up drastically.

Have no overarching story that pleads to have progress. Have a mish mash of villains to face, not just HM, Mime could be his own villain, any cut villains from other shows could appear here, like the gargoyles, witches, and vampire from Pixie Girl. And they could have different shenanigans and scenarios that the leads get into and have to get out of. You can do little arcs of story or character focused, but have no overarching story to follow along. Kinda like how Teen Titans went about things.

This could've made the direction they took roll better, cause by set up, it's not meant to really progress anything. It's just here to give you the adventure and shenanigans of the day.

[pipermca]

Resonance

Author's note: I am not sure what to do with this story. It's a prequel to a fic that I haven't started posting yet, starring some very minor characters from that story. 😅 But my brain wanted to work on this, so I let it, and this is what came out. However I don't want to post it to AO3 yet because I need it to be a bit separate from the main fic until that one is well underway.

I'm posting this here just to have it down someplace. That way it's out of my hair. Once I start posting the longer, main story, I'll clean this up again and post it to AO3.

Enjoy. :)

Title: Resonance

Rating: PG for descriptions of violence

Tags: Bluestreak/Hound, Bluestreak & Smokescreen, Continuity soup, Post-apocalypse, Soulmate AU

Word count: 5100

Every sensor in Bluestreak's haptic net was tingling. Or that's what it felt like, anyway. And when he attempted to ignore the constant pings from his sensors, all he could feel was his fuel pump thudding away in his chest, or how loud his ventilation systems had become. So instead he put all of his focus on following Smokescreen, and stepping as quietly as he could. But the scattered gravel and broken glass crunching under their pedes sounded like fireworks, and he winced at every stray sound they made.

Bluestreak was so intent on moving as stealthily as he possibly could that he ran into Smokescreen's left sensor wing when he stopped.

"Eep!" Bluestreak squeaked, then clapped a hand over his mouth, his optics wide.

Smokescreen reached out a hand to steady Bluestreak as he reeled backwards. "Good job staying close," he said quietly. He smiled and patted Bluestreak on the shoulder. "But maybe leave just a bit more following distance next time."

"I'm sorry!" Bluestreak whispered, flattening his sensor wings against his back.

"It's all right. Just let me peek down there, and if I don't see anything I'll let you know." Smokescreen pulled out his weapon and slipped into the darkened building they'd been heading towards.

Bluestreak crouched down beside the doorway. He pulled out his own weapon and held it ready, his thumb nervously caressing the trigger. He looked up the street, then down the street, then up above him, over and over. Left. Right. Up. Left. Right. Up.

He hated this. He hated everything about this. They had been forced to venture further and further from their shelter to look for fuel and other supplies, creeping into places where they knew the Quintessons had been seen. There hadn't been any sightings of prosecutors in a few weeks, but with communications down and the city in ruins, they had no way of knowing whether the aliens were just hiding around the next corner. They'd also run into bots like themselves, people just trying to scrape by with what they could find. Most of them had been friendly, and shared information and fuel with them. But others had not been friendly at all.

He felt lost. He felt like they were on their own. Even Primus didn't seem to give a scrap about what happened to them.

As soon as Bluestreak had that thought, he cringed internally and offered up a silent prayer of apology. He knew that there were some things even Primus couldn't fix.

Bluestreak was completing his fourteenth visual sweep of the ruined street when Smokescreen reappeared in the doorway. "It's clear. C'mon," he said, and Bluestreak followed him inside.

Like most of the other stores they'd searched today, this one looked like it had already been looted of anything useful. But Bluestreak started opening cabinets and boxes anyway, hunting for anything they could take. "I don't think we're going to find anything here, Smokey," he said. "This is a waste of time." He knew he sounded petulant. He didn’t care anymore.

"Maybe there's something in the back," Smokescreen said. With a sigh, Bluestreak followed him through the doorway into the rear of the store.

As expected, there wasn't much in the back of the store, either. Bluestreak found a packet of rust crisps in the drawer of a desk, and Smokescreen found five small datapads. He pulled the battery cells from them and slipped those into his compartments. Then he jerked his head towards the back door. "Let's head back up the alley and see if there's any places we missed on this stretch."

He had just come through the door to the alley when Bluestreak saw it: a long black tentacle dangling from the sky above them. Reflexively, he swung his gun up and fired, severing the tentacle so that it fell onto the ground in front of them.

Dropping into a crouch, Bluestreak skittered back into the safety of the doorway, waving his gun back and forth above him, looking for the rest of the prosecutor. Or worse, rest of its argument. But all he could see above him were the bombed-out and crumbling towers that sat above the retail space.

"Where'd it go? Where'd it go?" Bluestreak hissed.

Something touched his shoulder. Bluestreak yelped and spun around. His finger twitched on the trigger, and fired before his processor even registered what he was shooting at...

Smokescreen.

Smokescreen's hand closed firmly around Bluestreak's wrist. "Maybe we're done for today," Smokescreen said quietly, and glanced at the hole in the wall right beside his head.

"Oh. Oh!" Bluestreak dropped his weapon, wincing again as it clattered to the ground. "Oh Primus Smokey, I'm so sorry!"

Smokescreen picked up Bluestreak's gun and tucked it into his compartments. "I'm fine," he said. He gave Bluestreak a smile, but this time it looked forced. "But we should go before someone – or something – comes to see what that noise was."

"The prosecutor!" Bluestreak whirled around again to look at the tentacle he'd just severed from the prosecutor.

Except there was no tentacle. Instead, a length of wires, wrapped with black insulation, lay on the alley floor. One end was torn and bent, obviously ripped from its connector, while the other end was smoking and melted from Bluestreak's blaster shot.

"I thought..." Bluestreak walked a step, then two, into the alley to nudge the cabling with the tip of his pede. "I thought it was..."

"I know. And I understand," Smokescreen said. He put his hand on Bluestreak's shoulder again, this time telegraphing his movements carefully. "It's starting to get late. Let's get back home."

***

Bluestreak sat with his back to a corner with his head buried in his arms. He hoped that if he made himself small enough, no one would notice him there. Inside his chest, it felt like his spark was singing a mournful dirge.

Everything was broken: his job, his life, his planet. Nothing was right. And nothing he did was making anything better.

Maybe he could just put himself into stasis. Someone could wake him up when the world had fixed itself again. But for now, he just wanted to be left alone.

At the sound of a pede scraping the ground purposefully, Bluestreak sighed. He should have known.

"Skyfall found three whole cases of Nukecool. I grabbed a bottle for us to share," said Smokescreen's voice.

"I don't want it."

A pause. "Are you sure? It's the good kind, with the red label. You always told me how much you really liked this flavour."

"You can have it."

Another pause. "Are you all right?"

Bluestreak's reply was sharper than he meant it to be, but who cared? Everything was broken. Maybe he could break his last remaining friendship, too. "No."

Smokescreen slid down the wall to sit next to Bluestreak, and set a bottle down beside him. Bluestreak didn't have to look up to know that Smokescreen was looking at him with that intent expression he always had when he was listening fully and attentively. "Did you want to talk about it?"

"You can't psychoanalyze me out of feeling like... this," Bluestreak said.

"No," said Smokescreen agreeably. "But I can still listen."

"What's the point of talking about how absolutely fracked we are?" Bluestreak lifted his head and looked up at the ceiling of the half-crumbled transport tunnel they were taking shelter in. He gestured with both of his hands, taking in the shadowy walls, the small piles of gathered supplies, and the groups of bots huddled here and there among the scavenged crates. "You've lived through the same things I have. The Quintessons arriving. The attack on the Senate. Praxus losing comms with the rest of the planet, then the invasion coming here, and-" Bluestreak's voice cut off in a warble of feedback, so he shook his head and looked at Smokescreen. He didn't care if his friend saw the streaks of coolant that had been running down his cheeks.

"I definitely remember," Smokescreen said quietly.

"Yeah." Bluestreak blinked several times, trying to clear the image of the Quintesson prosecutors' tentacles smashing through doors and windows of the shops on his street, and dragging out the people they found inside. Bluestreak could still hear the screams of those they took. He remembered watching Treadlight, the paint specialist across the street, get pulled into a prosecutor, shrieking in terror. He remembered scuttling from building to building, trying to avoid the squads of allicons roaming the city. He could still smell the acrid burnt metal of corpses who had been shot in the back as they ran. "And now... I almost killed the only friend of mine I know who's still alive."

"You didn't. I'm still here."

"But I could have! I almost did!" Bluestreak glared at Smokescreen. "So no. I am not 'all right.'"

Smokescreen was silent. When Bluestreak glanced away again, Smokescreen put his arm around Bluestreak's shoulders. "I am sorry. I didn't mean it like that. How about... Are you going to be all right for the moment? Right this second?"

Bluestreak grunted, realizing what Smokescreen was angling for. "Yeah. I guess. I'm not going to start screaming for the Quintessons to come finish us off, like Padlock did." He directed his glare at the ground in front of his pedetips, but leaned into Smokescreen's embrace. "I just feel useless like this, jumping at everything."

"You're not useless," Smokescreen said. "You're really observant. You're good at spotting things that others have missed. You're an excellent shot." When Bluestreak just grunted again, Smokescreen patted his shoulder. "And you're not the only one who's struggling." With his other hand, Smokescreen gestured at the other bots in the tunnel with them. "Everyone here is going through something. No one's been spared. So, you aren't alone in feeling like this."

Bluestreak looked around. Scattor was sitting with a group, but rocked back and forth muttering to himself. Evac stood by the tunnel entrance on guard duty, but flicked his rotors at every little sound. Windrazor sat alone like he always did, staring off into space just like he had ever since his spark resonant was killed. Every single bot in the shelter looked haunted in some way or another.

"I know," Bluestreak said with a sigh. "Thank you for that little reality check."

"Here," Smokescreen said, and handed Bluestreak the red bottle. "This might help, too."

Bluestreak accepted the bottle, and made a small sound of surprise. "It's cold!"

Smokescreen grinned. "Yeah. Glyph broke out some of the chill packs for this. I think it was worth it."

With a happy sound, Bluestreak took a big swig from the bottle. He savoured the familiar flavour, rolling it around in his intake. He sighed happily, then handed the bottle back to Smokescreen. "And what about you? How are you holding up?" When Smokescreen did not immediately reply, Bluestreak added, "You're always so... steady. And I really appreciate that. But you're struggling too, right?" Bluestreak waited while Smokescreen took a drink from the bottle. "But if you need to unload on me, you can."

Smokescreen tipped his head back and rested it on the wall behind him. "All I can think about is how nothing is ever going to be the same," he said. He stared up at the ceiling, expressionless. "Even if the Quints left tomorrow, so much is destroyed now. Buildings. The city. People. And who knows how bad things are outside of Praxus." He closed his optics. "It seems so unreal to me that just a few months ago, everything seemed normal. We knew that the Quints had arrived and there were some negotiations happening in Iacon, but... That was so far away. It was just news and politics. Who cared?" He opened his optics again and looked down at Bluestreak. "That last night, I dragged you out to that horrible movie-"

Bluestreak laughed at the memory. "That was really bad."

"I am sorry. Barricade suggested it. He said that his partner Prowl had really liked it. I should have known better than to trust his judgement about anything art related," Smokescreen said with a grin, then sobered again. "I wonder where they are. I hope they're both all right." He sighed, then continued. "After the movie, we went to The Rusty Strut for drinks, and I remember we got out of there way too late..."

"I was late opening my shop the next day," Bluestreak said.

"Like I said, way too late. And that morning there was news about the attacks in Iacon. Then something about the Senatorial Guard getting decimated. That afternoon, planetary-wide comms went down. And then that evening, just a few hours later..." He shook his head. "Like I said, I can't believe it's only been a few months."

Bluestreak shuddered, and Smokescreen fell silent.

After a few minutes, Smokescreen patted Bluestreak's shoulder again. "Did you want to sing a hymn together?" When Bluestreak sat up and stared at him in surprise, Smokescreen shrugged. "I hear you humming them sometimes, especially when you're feeling really stressed."

"A hymn?" Bluestreak narrowed his optics. "You don't have a religious circuit in your entire frame," he said.

"No. But you do. And if it'll help you feel better, I'm willing to give it a go. Who knows, maybe it'll help me relax, too," Smokescreen said. Then he smiled. "But be forewarned, I am a horrible singer."

With a quiet laugh, Bluestreak said, "That's all right. Primus doesn't care how good of a singer you are. He just cares what's in your spark." He thought for a moment, then said, "Do you know the words to Gather the Sparks? That's the one I think I hum the most."

"Nope," Smokescreen said. "But if you sing it through once, I'll join in the second time around."

***

Bluestreak did not know whether it was the bottle of his favourite drink, or singing a calming hymn, or talking with Smokescreen the previous night that had done the trick, but he definitely felt better in the morning.

Things still felt pretty dire, of course. The shared rations were still slim. Everyone still looked like they were on edge, except for Windrazor, who was still in shock after the loss of his spark resonant. At least Skyfall seemed to be able to get him to take some fuel once in a while.

But this morning, Bluestreak's spark felt lighter. The future didn't seem so dark, somehow. Even the colours of the early morning sky seemed more vivid.

The whole world felt more hopeful.

Smokescreen noticed Bluestreak's new attitude, of course. He had always been tuned into his friends' emotions like that. When Bluestreak didn't have a good explanation for why he was feeling better, Smokescreen shrugged. "I'm just glad to see you smiling again, a real smile this time," Smokescreen said, slapping his friend on the back. "I missed that."

Bluestreak ducked his head, but felt his smile broaden. "Me too."

They were just discussing where they should start their scavenging run for the day when Stakeout tore into the shelter, his tires sending up bits of glass and gravel as he braked.

"What's wrong?" Evac asked, his rotors flaring outwards. He peered down the tunnel. "Are you being chased? Is it Quintessons?"

"No!" Stakeout said, transforming. He looked... Well, he looked elated, an expression that Bluestreak hadn't seen the dour Enforcer wearing before this. "It's the army! They're here! They're setting up a triage center with fuel and doctors and shuttles and everything else in Lucent Plaza." He laughed. "I think we can finally get out of here!"

As excited voices rose around them, Smokescreen spoke over the noise. "Wait... What army? Last we heard the Senatorial Guard got wiped out, and we all saw what happened to the Civil Defense here. Who is actually down in the plaza?"

Stakeout shook his head. "I don't know. The livery on the shuttles is all different. Some of them have Senatorial Guard emblems, some have Vosian insignia, and I saw at least one with a mining company logo. But I saw the people myself, and they're Cybertronians, not Quints."

Smokescreen pulled Bluestreak aside while Evac and the others started making plans to get everyone to the plaza. "Maybe I've just been too stressed for too long, but..." He sighed, a frown twisting the corners of his mouth downwards.

Bluestreak felt the same excitement in his spark that the others in their hideout were expressing, but Smokescreen's frown tempered his reply. "What is it? Do you think that the Quintessons might be using Cybertronians to lure people in just to capture them?" Bluestreak asked.

"Something like that," Smokescreen said with a small smile. "Am I being too paranoid?"

"Maybe a little. Usually being paranoid my job," Bluestreak said, returning Smokescreen's smile. Bluestreak flicked his wings. "But to be safe, let's not go rushing down there. Let's go scope it out first, and then we can decide what to do."

The drive to the plaza was mostly clear, although they needed to detour around two destroyed bridges. They approached from the east, circling to the top of the Torus Bridge that overlooked the plaza.

Even though Bluestreak had felt more and more happy as they'd gotten closer to the plaza, he paused at the top of the bridge and scanned the horizon carefully. Even bombed out like they were, the tall towers of Praxus could still be hiding any number of the smaller ships that the Quintessons used. But the two larger ships, the ones that had hung in the air like coiled razorsnakes over the city for months, were nowhere to be seen.

Bluestreak's elation ratcheted upwards once more.

In the large plaza below them, a dozen shuttles were parked, with bots streaming into the plaza from all directions. It looked like organized chaos, with some bots directing weary Praxian residents where to go, while others helped bots form neat queues in front of various tables. Obviously injured bots were being escorted to one of the ships, while more bots circulated handing out what looked like energon cubes.

All Bluestreak could feel now was an insistent urge to be down there, in the plaza. It felt like an almost visceral pull on his spark.

Smokescreen's sensor wings tipped upwards. "Is it me, or do a lot of the bots down there have the Prime's insignia on their shoulders?"

Bluestreak squinted, then gasped when he confirmed what Smokescreen had seen. "They are! It's the Wing of the Prime! And can see a few Hand members, as well."

"I thought the Hand of the Prime was just... I dunno, protection from paparazzi," Smokescreen said. "And the Wing is just clerics and curates. The Prime is just a religious leader. He doesn't have an army."

"Well, yeah. But maybe they've been, I dunno, training for something like this." Bluestreak gestured at the motley array of vehicles in the plaza. "And they obviously have some help, right?" His wings quivered behind him as he peered at Smokescreen. "Do you believe now that they aren't really Quintessons trying to trick us into getting ourselves captured?"

"Yeah. I believe it now." Smokescreen backed away from the edge of the bridge. "And I can practically feel you vibrating with excitement. Let's get you down there before you blow a relay," he added with a laugh.

The pull on Bluestreak's spark got even more insistent when they entered the plaza. A red-plated truck waved them down at the perimeter path. "Do you need medical care, or fuel?" he asked. His shoulders bore the insignia of the Prime's Hand.

"No. We're fine, thankfully," Smokescreen said. "Honestly we're just looking to get out of here." He glanced skyward. "Are the Quints really gone?"

The red bot gave a half shrug. "They peeled out of here about a week and a half ago. No idea why. We waited to make sure they were really gone before moving in." He gestured at the ships. "As soon as we were sure, the Prime gave us orders to get as many people to safety as we can. If there are more here than we can carry, we'll call for more ships. But we will get everyone who wants to leave out."

"Where to?" Smokescreen asked.

"We've got a couple of bases set up, places where we can regroup and figure out how to fight back." The red-plated guard pulled himself to his full height. "We're gonna take Cybertron back from those squidbrains, one way or another."

Bluestreak listened to the exchange impatiently, scanning the crowd behind the Prime's guard. He didn't want to leave, not yet. What he wanted to do was drive through the crowd. He wanted to see all the people here.

...Which was weird. Bluestreak normally hated crowds. As Smokescreen thanked the guard, Bluestreak shook his head to clear that thought. Seeing everyone here was more important than his dislike of crowds.

The moment Smokescreen turned away from the guard, Bluestreak grabbed his hand and pulled him forward, into the crowd.

"Whoa, Blue, where are we going?" Smokescreen asked. "The bot back there said that the signups for an evacuation flight are over that way."

"I want to go this way," Bluestreak said, his optics scanning bots they passed. He wasn't sure what - or who - he was looking for. All he knew was that he'd know them when he saw them.

Smokescreen laughed. "You're acting like you found your spark resonant or something."

Bluestreak barely even heard Smokescreen as he wove around groups of bots, tables of supplies, and ramps of shuttles. He knew that this was the direction he needed to go in to find...

...? What was he looking for?

Bluestreak slowed as they circled around the landing gear of a squat, utilitarian transport. As they came out the other side, his optics landed on a boxy green truck. The truck was helping a blue Vosian load boxes into the bed of a hauler.

When he stopped and looked up, the truck's gaze met Bluestreak's immediately.

He had the bluest optics Bluestreak had ever seen. And when he smiled, Bluestreak's processor could only catalogue the way it made the truck's optics crinkle up at the corners, and how kind it made him look, and how much Bluestreak wanted to have that smile directed at him forever and ever.

Bluestreak was suddenly standing in front of the green bot. He didn't remember walking over to him.

Smokescreen was talking to someone behind him. "I'm sorry, I know we're probably not supposed to be back here, but my friend-"

"I'm sure we can help you out," said another voice. "And I think I know what's going on." Bluestreak assumed it was the Vosian talking. But that wasn't important now.

"I know you, I think," the green bot said. His voice thrilled Bluestreak's audials, as though he'd always wanted to hear this voice in particular. The green bot held out his hand, and Bluestreak reflexively reached out his own. "I'm-"

Their hands touched.

As soon as their fingers made contact, something surged inside Bluestreak's spark. The excited twirl that his spark had been doing all morning suddenly swirled into a dance, weaving a complex design with another, matched spark. From that dance rose a song, a joyful anthem of celebration. And for each note that Bluestreak's spark sang, the harmony was sung by its mate.

"Oh," said the green bot softly. His smile grew, as did the brightness of his optics.

That single word sent Bluestreak's spark into another burst of radiant joy.

Smokescreen was saying something, but Bluestreak wasn't listening. He wanted the green mech to speak again.

"I'm Bluestreak," he said.

"Hound," said the green bot, his optics not leaving Bluestreak's. "I'm Hound."

"I'm so happy I found you," Bluestreak said, but those words didn't feel adequate to describe how he was actually feeling: the rapturous elation of finally finding what he didn't know he was missing his whole life.

"Same. Yeah, I feel the same," Hound said. "All morning I've been... I mean, I felt something that..." Bluestreak could feel him – his name was Hound! – fumbling for words, and he felt a surge of sympathy for him.

"Did you seriously just find out you have a resonant?" Smokescreen said. With an effort, Bluestreak peeled his gaze away from Hound to look at his friend. Smokescreen was smiling and shaking his head. "Only you would discover your sparkmate in the middle of a warzone."

The blue Vosian touched Smokescreen's shoulder. "Let's give them a little while to get acquainted," he said, and he winked at Hound.

"Thanks, Thundercracker," Hound said, not looking away from Bluestreak for a moment.

Bluestreak looked back at Hound, and was lost in his optics once more.

***

"You mentioned you had a shop here. What did you sell?"

"I'm a glass smith, and I sold the art I made, along with some other stuff."

"Art? Like what?"

"Oh, mostly glass pieces for decoration. You know, stuff like sparklers and window spinners, but I also did a lot of custom works for bots to have installed. Have you see those taillights some people have, with the internal prisims? I made those first, before they got really popular."

"Those were yours? That's amazing! They look so neat!"

"Thanks! I was pretty proud of them," Bluestreak said, and shifted closer to Hound. He was finally able to look away from his spark mate (wow, what a weird thing to think, that he had an actual spark resonant) at the bustle of bots working around them. After recovering from the initial shock of discovering each other, both Bluestreak and Hound wanted to help unload supplies or organize the medical queues – something to help the effort. But Smokescreen and Thundercracker (the Vosian who had been working with Hound) told them to sit and take a little time to get to know each other better, and Smokescreen offered to take Hound's place for a while. Neither Bluestreak nor Hound argued too loudly about that, since getting to work meant not touching each other.

Hound turned and looked at Bluestreak again. Every time he did that, he looked as though he was surprised to see him sitting there. "So, did you ever think you might have a resonant?" Hound asked.

"Sure, I thought about it," Bluestreak said. "Who hasn't? I've seen the same romances as everyone else. It's appealing, thinking you might have someone out there who's your perfect match." He rubbed his hand up Hound's arm, feeling the slight texture in his matte finish. They hadn't stopped touching each other ever since their first meeting; there was something about keeping that contact that made Bluestreak's spark sing even louder. He leaned into Hound's side as he kicked his pedes back and forth over the edge of the crate they were sitting on. "But resonants are so rare and so... I dunno, almost mythical, something that happened to other people, that it was more of a fun fantasy than thinking I might actually have one. Of course, I did eventually make a trip down to Greater Monoplex, just to see if I could feel anything. But aside from the excitement of being on a trip to a place I'd never been, I didn't feel anything odd. Maybe we just didn't get close enough or something."

Hound listened patiently as Bluestreak rambled on, waiting until Bluestreak finished before replying. "When did you go to Monoplex?"

"Oh... It must have been about thirty or forty quartexes ago." Bluestreak smiled. "I needed to save up for the trip."

"I was called to serve Primus about seventy quartexes ago. That was in Sentinel Prime's service, of course," Hound said. Hound's fingers curled around and under and through Bluestreak's as he talked, tangling and untangling their fingers over and over, just like he'd been doing since they first sat down. Hound smiled and shrugged. "I wanted to come to Praxus, eventually, just to see, but... Other things seemed to be more important. And like you said, resonants are so rare. I never once thought that I might actually have one."

"We were both so wrong," Bluestreak said. He flicked his sensor wings upwards as he added, "And hey, if you're in the Wing, just think! Since you've got a resonant, you might be the next Prime, and I could be your Protector!"  But as soon as the words left Bluestreak's vocalizer, he knew it was the wrong thing to say. Even if he couldn't have sensed the horror and distress and do not want he was feeling from Hound's spark, the expression on Hound's face would have made him back up immediately. "Oh, Hound, it's just a joke. I'm joking! I'm sorry," he said, squeezing Hound's arm tighter. "I wouldn't know the first thing about being a Protector."

Hound nodded and relaxed, both in body and spark. "I can feel that now," Hound said. He smiled. "This is going to take some getting used to, especially as we get to know each other." He started twining his fingers around Bluestreak's again: over, under, through. "But I have no doubts about your ability to be a Protector. It's the thought of losing the current Prime that made me..." He shuddered in Bluestreak's embrace.

"Have you met him?" Bluestreak asked quietly. He remembered seeing the ceremonies and celebrations when the new Prime was selected by the Matrix. When Hound nodded, Bluestreak asked, "What's he like?"

"He is kind, and intelligent, and thoughtful," Hound said. "When you talk to him, you can tell that he really cares about every single bot on this planet, whether they believe he is the voice of Primus or not." Hound looked around the plaza and at all of the bots there: those of the Prime's Hand and Wing, and the survivors they had come to help. "This was all his doing. He wanted to make sure we rescued as many bots as possible from places where the Quintessons have been. Without his leadership, pulling together disparate forces from all over the planet, none of this would have happened."

"I hope I get to meet him some day," Bluestreak said.

Hound smiled at him, sending another swirl of joy through Bluestreak's spark. "Well, I'll need to report back to the Master of Songs when we return to Tyger Pax," Hound said. "After that, if you stick with me, I can definitely introduce you to Megatronus Prime."

Bluestreak leaned his head on Hound's shoulder, watching the bustling around them. "I'd like that," he said. "And I have every intention of staying by your side for as long as I live, now that I finally met you."

"Nothing would make me happier," Hound said softly.

THE END

Look for this fic's sequel in The Prime and His Protector, coming to AO3 sometime soon!

[warriorstale001]

Xtra Small Update.

As most of you following me are probably aware, I have a fic on AO3 called Xtra Small or XS is it's shortened abbreviation. I started writing it when I was VERY new to the UTMV and to writing fics in general.

It's... been a while since I updated it... In fact, today marks two years since its last update... And that is a fact I'm not proud of ^^'...

(More info and explanation about why I've been taking so long to write the next chapter below, but to summarise the main point: I have not given up on XS and plan to have another chapter out soon)

Why haven't I updated it in so long? Well there's quite a few reasons really, but the main one that kept me struggling to continue writing for so long was the fact I just didn't feel proud of my writing in that fic anymore. Don't get me wrong, I still love XS and it will always be precious to me (especially kiddo Cross hehe :3), but I just couldn't help but compare myself to... Well everyone whose writing I came across, especially if they wrote babybone fics too. And when people commented on my earlier chapters in the fic I would cringe and wonder how they possibly got through them since I just kept thinking of all the 'better' fics out there.

So for a while I ignored XS and started writing other fics that I felt more proud of and that I think show how I've grown as an author, but I never planned on abandoning XS fully. Over these past 2 years I have gotten sooo many comments from people who have read the fic asking when an update is coming or just telling me that they really enjoyed the story and honestly, that's made me feel more confident in my writing. It really means a lot that despite all this time, people haven't given up that I'll continue the fic and I can't let them or myself down by just never getting around to update it. It made me slowly appreciate XS again for the fic it is. It's not perfect, but if it can bring enjoyment to a reader for even a little bit, then it makes me happy knowing 'Hey, I wrote that :3' hahs ^^

It almost took 2 years to write, but last week I finally finished writing the first draft of the next chapter of the story. It'll take time to edit, but I'm pleased to say that there will definitely be a chapter coming soon enough. Hopefully late April/beginning of May at the latest.

If you're still here two years on since I last updated, then I just want to say thanks for sticking around so long and I'm sorry for leaving you on a cliffhanger for so long. I love you guys and I really hope this next chapter will be worth it.

Thank for not giving up on me or XS!

And thanks to those who are here mainly for OSDiff for being patient too ^^!

Have a super day everyone <3!

[oh-snapperss]

hi!! do you have any advice for starting and writing longfics/multichaps? i tend to have a good idea but it almost always ends up being too two-dimensional, or i can't seem to find a conflict or obstacle for ~plot~ that isnt cringe or overused. i love the way you structure your fics (especially in can you see me) and was wondering if you had any tips or tricks that help you get into the swing of a big project without getting bored or burnt out :(

<3

hi hello!! i'm so sorry for not answering this sooner, i was honestly just thinking about the best way of answering this and had to mull it over:)

first of all, thank you so much!! can you see me will always be one of my favorite projects i've ever done and i could ramble about the behind the scenes of it for weeks, but i'll spare you that LMAOO

when it comes to searching for a conflict, i often structure it around whatever the character is going through. in CYSM, the conflict at hand came naturally after the idea of "what if etho's stranded in space and bdubs is trying to get to him", because i more considered how each character would react in a situation like that than trying to find something just to make the fic longer. typically for my fics i try not to focus on wordcount or the length of a fic, and just let the project be what it will be as naturally as possible.

for conflict, if you're trying to find something that will give your fic more depth, you can probably consider the characters and their personalities, and just think about where they might disagree, or what it might take for their to be an issue. really most of what i write comes from me just thinking about the characters and what makes sense for them, or if i have a point i'm trying to get across the events often are in there to push the narrative i'm crafting forward if that makes sense?

BIG PROJECTS! to make you feel better, i can confirm i have a wip graveyard with probably.... god, like 50-60 abandoned ideas or projects? the ones i do finish, the #1 thing that drives me forward is the point i'm trying to make within the story. to keep from burning out, i kind of take that day by day, cause i don't believe in one formula that magically fixes that, but i try to keep attuned to where my brain is, and i don't let myself look at the numbers (kudos, hits, comments, etc.) as a motivator to keep going. the main process i follow for burnout is frequent breaks and not letting myself worry about word count or whether a fic is long or short enough in my eyes.

something that may help you is having someone to bounce ideas back and forth with! when i get stuck on something plot wise, i'll often take it to a friend to talk it out. another method i use (especially with CYSM) is to write the fic out of order. CYSM was written in such a way that almost every addition was added as i felt ready to write it out, and if i got stuck i immediately stopped and moved to another section of the fic and came back to it later. that let me worry less about the fic as a whole.

be kind to yourself when it comes to your brainstorming! i've found that insulting myself on my "lack of originality" or whatever i'm worried about usually makes it harder for me to enjoy writing. if you can worry less about that and instead find what makes you enjoy the writing, even if that means a conflict that you think is overused, the writing will probably look better to you:)

i hope that that helps some! let me know if there's anything else i can help with, and good luck!

[carbonbasedmatter]

ig i've had tumblr long enough so here's my intro yay

★ABOUT ME: you can call me trey, tris or something related to my url :) he/they, istp, minor, audhd, south asian, trans guy, demiromantic(?) bisexual

★BYF: this should go without saying but dni if you're racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, xenophobic, exclusionist or just discriminatory in general

I made this blog so I could have somewhere to be myself I mainly post about fandom stuff, fictional characters, music, my art, rants and random personal stuff (I also vent here sometimes if you're uncomfortable with that please block the tag)

i'm a multishipper I guess...I don't know I just like analyzing different dynamics between characters and seriously cannot tell the difference between romantic and platonic stuff sometimes

english isn't my native language so sorry if I make mistakes/don't make sense sometimes

other than that im just a teenager so also naturally a bit cringe and annoying (that's what I tell myself anyway😞)

send me asks about me or my interests pls pls pls

I love talking to people and making friends idc if we have like one thing in common feel free to message me

★LIKES/INTERESTS

reading, art, sleeping, music, alt subcultures, chess, plants, fall, queer history, global history, the middle ages, chemistry(love hate relationship with the subject) crocheting, mbti, skating, philosophy ( esp existentialism), ranting, crystals, sea animals, bats<3

★FANDOMS(idk if i'll post abt all of these lol):

heartbreak high

ghibli movies

osemanverse(mainly solitaire)

mphfpc

bojack horesman

the magnus archives

total drama island

south park

derry girls

the good place

community

parks and recreation

nathan for you

brooklyn nine nine

young sheldon(NOT tbbt)

breaking bad

arcane

life is strange

heathers

mlp

tmnt

star trek

death note

blue period

the promised neverland

chainsaw man

the disastrous life of saiki k

gilmore girls

carmen sandiego 2019

the owl house

adventure time

alexa and katie

the worst witch

just add magic

the perks of being a wallflower

stand by me

a series of unfortunate events

fear street

dead poets society

the outsiders

★MUSIC:

pixies, mcr, mitski, radiohead, mbv, car seat headrest, the front bottoms, system of a down, dazey and the scouts, florence and the machine, asleep at last, teen suicide, queen, neutral milk hotel, nirvana, the cure, the brobecks, paramore, ajj, brockhampton, tyler the creator, childish gambino

(music is my special interest so there's a lot more hehe but I kinda tried to include a few from each genre)

★SOCIALS:

mutuals/followers can ask for them (discord/spotify/instagram) I promise I won't say no im just terrified of someone I know irl finding this account lmao

i've gotten really comfortable with tumblr though so this is basically my main form of social media right now

[mapleleavesart]

Welcome to Love Grows Where My Unicorn Goes Episode 1 Pt 1!

When i get a master post up I'll link it here, and the next part will be here

I'd like to thank a few people that gave me inspiration, motivation, or just helpful tips that lead to me making and posting this!

@somerandomdudelmao for inspiring the art style and making me realize that comics don't have to look perfect in order to be good

@tapakah0 for getting me a little bit more into Tumblr and giving me someone I could interact with without fear

@cokowiii for indirectly teaching me that just because something is based around a main character x OC doesn't mean people won't like it or find it cringe (seriously, HOW did Cali get so popular and well-liked?). It was that little push that helped me decide to go through with this project.

@kathaynesart for giving me (a nervous anon from a week or two ago, hi it's me you told me to tag you when/if i got this up, hello 👋) some tips about starting/writting/making comics and for encouraging me forward

Seriously, thank you all! I wouldn't have taken up this project if it weren't for all of you inspiring me with your wonderful works.

And lastly but not least, @hihopelessromantics my irl friend, for helping me with the title name, proofreading, editing, and just generally giving me second opinions 😅

Hope nobody minds being tagged by some rando with like 3 followers lol 😅😅😅 if you do I'm sorry 😅

Masterpost / Next

[bunny-j3st3r]

Archie sonic issue #2

And here we move on to the second in the #290 comic book series woof.

As I said in my previous post as much as I dilike the archie comics this isn't to to shit on the comics or those that like them. I'll be giving just as many positive thoughts as I do negative.

I'm just reading through them and just wanna share my thoughts on them.

Issue #2 was released in July 1993 And publication was september 1993.

Must of been wild back then to wait so long in between as if tbf we do that now still with idw but I remember a lot of my own comics I read growing up were weekly.

Anyway this is like one of the few pins I wish I could own but trying to explain the gag to people would be a lot of effort.

Sorry but Coconuts is like a really cute design I wish he was used more, I think he was in the tv series more?

This was a fucking mob hit.

Also hello you two bastards I know you fuckos.

This is so fucking stupid but "your non identical twin" made me laugh WAY harder than it should off.

These are funny acutally. Like I forget early sonic also had a cheeky attidude, I mean his british comic self would tell tails to fuck off or he'll shag his mam in greggs but you know.

WOW throw back to issue one /J

I don't really recall seeing much of scratch and gounder after this, they were more involved in the tv show I guess and just didn't really hit of with comic audience I guess? Which is a shame because they are kinda funny as bumbling idiot servants.

I wonder what Cubot and Orbot would of thought about them?

Kids who read the comic when it first came out are all like this now.

I would say I think this is when they tried to insert lore but I think this is the one about the two gag characters and not the uh racist stereotype tribal men story line.

Yep I believe they returned somewhere in the #90s issues? maybe I don't recall but I don't think they were like meant for anything other than to just make a fun story about the rings.

Oh god this made me cringe acutally that looks oddly painful

also omg better look at sonic's lil nub tail.

Awful scene that implies sonic's nose isn't the black ball on his snout

They had this odd habit at the end of some of the comics like a desperate plea not to cancel them, I think it's in the mecha sonic comic to very bizzare espically consiering some kids prolly did send letters in but were most likely ignored.

For years after I read this comic (my dad brought the collection when i was younger they are prolly worth some now lmfao if we had them) I believed this was how they made 'foil' covered things.

I remember doing it myself and being dissapointed my face just tore through it.

That sure is a title.

Need you guys to commit this image to memory for later.

This was a cute little thing of people guessing why tails had well two tails. I don't think they had a solid idea at this point? I don't remember the cartoons that well.

He's not naked he has shoes on.

The sonic vs mario haters is as old as time

My thoughts on this one was pretty good again, it's a cute series at the start and it introduced characters from the series like scratch and grounder.

I guess they wanted to introduce the characters that were going to be in the tv series because as I said some of these characters weren't really seen again in the comics, well not that often.

Which I don't blame them because I suppose keeping a lot of cast around takes away from the main villian himself and it's easier to concentrate on him.

It's a shame though because I have fond memories of vividly hating scratch and grounder but for a goofy kids cartoon they slotted in well.

I like eggmans use of skinny and square shaped idiot partners as his sidekicks. He seems to have a type for those being his personal servants, err, assistants.

my time lines could be funky on these because I'm not following along with the mini series of comics until later on.

But I like them.

We haven't reached ken penders era yet /J

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[fantasy-things-and-such]

Writerblr Creator questionnaire

Thank you @the-ellia-west and @the-golden-comet for the tag!

also sorry for my semi-haiatus, my Laptop fucking imploded in japan and its taken so long to get my new one. I didn't really feel like doing tags and such on my phone, so. Ill be more active again heron out.

How long have you had your writing tumblr/writeblr? a fast and loose estimate is fine!

uh. like January or Febuary pf 2024.

What led you to create it?

This one -> @angst-is-love-angst-is-life convinced me to make a tumblr and I was like "writblr? A) thats a funny ass name and B) SIGN ME THE FUCK UP-"

What’s your favourite thing about the writeblr community?

That no one is going to judge me if i suddenly disappear for like a month/don't post stuff

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

Just because i dont interact with your tag doesn't mean i dont want to do them, it means that I WAS doing them and then i forgot

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

Moar of the same, i suppose.

Which wips or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

(noodling?) Sunset, mostly. lots of background stuff like history, religions, culture... yeah.

How long have you been working on them?

Sunset? seven months. shit, its halfway through the year. White candy is about the same, and Frontline is like a month old WIP.

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

For Sunset, I had a old WIP that i had way back when and i wasnt satisfied with the character or the story, or anything really. so I tore it down, scrapped it, and started a new one.

White Candy was just a kind of spontaneous, "hey, i want to write something i havent tried before".

Frontline stemmed from a odd Monday desire to write Sci-fi.

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

I think about Sunset all the time. Frontline and White Candy probably get like two hours a day, each.

When someone asks the dreaded, “what do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

A Fantasy action romance.

Name any characters you created. side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like!

I'm actually not quite sure how to answer this question, but. the First OC I made was Enju(延珠, roughly translates to Lady Pearl or Delicate Pearl, depending on how you read it). She was the main character in my first WIP and she was a Mage and part of a party of six.

Who’s the most unhinged?

out of all of my OC's, probably Camellia.

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

Tira.

Do you ever cringe at them?

Alittle, occasionally.

How much control do you feel you have over your characters?

Complete, probably. if they write themselves, they write themselves to my vision.

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? and do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions?

Oh yes. put it in my Ask box. I'll answer them as best i can, the more specific the question the better tho(sometimes i stress about not answering the question y'all ask the way you wanted)

What makes you want to follow another writeblr account?

a good and open-minded attitude.

what makes you decide against following?

Generally people who are angry. I have no reason to talk to angry people, and I have nothing to fear from them.

NP tags: @ominous-feychild @agirlandherquill @the-letterbox-archives

Sorry if I tagged you and you already did this; I haven't been keeping up with my tags in a while(due to my laptop imploding, as mentioned before)

[roseofithaca]

The Wolf and the Witchling

Little ficlet set in the Gore AU. Silver Guppy is her mother's daughter. (Mention of @idiotwithanipad 's oc Amy)

Tw: attempted SA

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"Oi, come on, love! We were only bein' friendly!"

"Please stop following me!"

"Who says we're following you? Full of yourself, much?!"

Ashley cursed herself for not making sure she had enough cash on her for a taxi. These two had been hounding her since she'd got off the bus stop. She'd stupidly left both her phone as well as her credit cards back in the room.

Thinking she could lose them, she'd swerved to the footpath rather than continue down the road with no pavement that would have taken her to the main entrance. But they'd spotted her and heckled her at every step.

"You stayin' at that posh place are ya? All right for some!" The taller one with shorn blond hair laughed.

"You gonna invite us up to your room then?" His friend asked.

"Not tonight, sorry." She kept her eyes forward. They'll give up soon, they have to.

The shorter one with a beard walked swiftly in front to block her view.

"What? We not good enough or sumat'?" He challenged.

Ashley winced, her usual confidence suddenly zapped out of her, alone in a woodland path at night with two giant creeps who looked like they could snap her in half.

"I-I didn't say that...J-just that the hotel's really strict on who guests can bring in-" She tried to shake the blame.

"Sod them then! Fucking jumped up wankers!" The blond guy hollered towards the building on the horizon.

A five minute walk. Two minutes if she runs. No chance in these heels.

Too far away for the security guards inside to hear her if she screams.

"Forget about them, love. We can have a sleepover out here in the woods." One of them touches her arm and she cringes.

"Yeah. Be like camping. Got plenty of games we could play."

Ashley's blood runs cold as the dark haired guy leans all too close to her neck and touches her hair.

"Games? Ooh, can I play?!"

All three froze at the new voice.

They turned their heads in unison to see who had joined them.

"What the f-." Blond guy frowned.

"Video games were my favourite. Zelda, Mario, Castlevania! All the classics, hehehe." The silhouette of a young, thin girl with short hair walked slowly towards them, her arms swaying at her side, as if dancing at the same time; "Don't get to play much of them anymore. Got the real thing if I want, hahaha. But I still love games! Hide and seek...Tag...What's your favourite?"

The adults, who were well into their late twenties, all stared as the teenager stepped into a stream of moonlight that removed the veil of shadows from her features. Pale skin, hot pink fringe combined with an ebony crop of hair, dirt stained patterned fishnets, boots and a black and pink overshirt atop a boob tube.

Her face was what struck them speechless. Faded blue eyes that seemed to stare straight through them and a smile that seemed to stretch beyond average width.

"Well? Hehehe. What d'you wanna play?" She asked with a tilt of her head.

"Ain't it past your bedtime, little girl?" The blond one scoffed.

"Hehehehe, I actually just woke up! Long story. Won't bore you with it. Though I am being a little naughty. See....Mummy doesn't like me talking to strangers..." She says, lowering her voice.

One of the men cleared his throat; "Well best listen to 'Mummy' then, darlin', and head on home. This is grown up business."

"I'll have you know I'm nineteen! Hehehe. I'm old enough to drive. But I don't have a car." She pouted for a moment, then giggled; "Mummy gives me dragons instead!"

The two men exchanged baffled looks.

"She's off her fucking nut." The dark haired one doesn't attempt to whisper.

"Mate, I wouldn't have even thought she was sixteen!"

"Yeah, you're a bit on the small side to interest us, love. Head back to the loony bin like a good-"

"I love your dress!"

Dark haired one scoffed; "What?"

The girl somehow managed to glare at him without losing her freaky ass smile.

"I wasn't talking to you. Your clothes are lame as shit." She dismissed.

Ashley had been silent until this moment, when the creepy girl pointed a finger at her, black velvet coverings over her hand.

"Your dress. I love it. It really suits you." She says, sounding sincere.

"Th...thanks...?" She replies, just wanting to run back to her hotel room and lock the door and windows.

The girl tilted her head; "What colour is it?"

"How can you like her dress if you can't even see the colour? You fucking blind or sumat'?!" The blond guy sneered.

"Uhh, yes! Hehehe. I am. Or sumat'." She replied with a roll of her eyes; "But I can see shapes! Hehehehe. My voice bounces off them and back to me! Can make up the colours in my head, but would like to know the truth. Hahaha... I can even see how little you are....down there."

She tilted her gaze towards his groin.

"What the fuck did you just say, you little bitch?!"

Ashley's heart hammered as she reached to grab at the guy before he could lunge towards the girl.

"She's just winding you up, leave her alone!" She looked to the blind teen; "Sweetheart, you don't have to get involved in this, I'm fine. You should head home."

"I am home. And you don't sound fine." The girl replies flatly, smile twitching at the corners; "You sound...scared. My home is lovely. No one should ever be scared here..."

"She weren't scared, were ya, babes?" The dark haired one put his arm around Ashley's waist.

Of course she's scared. She's fucking terrified. There's no two ways about it, these two thugs want to do unspeakable things to her in these woods and other than trying to scratch their eyes out with her press ons, she has no way of defending herself.

She wants to tell the girl the truth. Tell her to run to the hotel and call the police, or do it herself if she has a phone on her. But the kid doesn't even seem to have a purse.

Could the kid outrun either of these? Is it worth the risk of what they might do to her as well?

Fuck. She's not just scared. She's petrified.

"I think you should step away from her now." The pink haired girl says. "She clearly doesn't want to play."

"Oh piss off, you little freak." They both try to drag Ashley away.

Shit, shit, shit. She opens her mouth but the scream she wants to summon won't come.

"I can hear her heartbeat. She really, really doesn't want to play. Hehehhe....Let. Her. Go."

The dark haired one does but the blond one keeps a firm grip on her elbow.

His friend swaggers up towards the girl, towering over her, fists clenched at his side.

"You jealous, hmm? That it? You wanna play with the adults? You're welcome to come...I bet you're actually pretty under all that Twilight shit." He mocks, plucking one of the leaves from her hair.

She frowns up at him; "What's Twilight?"

"What's...? Ha. You look like sorta weird...Never mind. It's a movie about vampires."

"Like Buffy?!"

"Who?!"

"Mate, what are you even up to?!" His friend called, impatient.

"Gimmie a minute!" He turned back to the blind girl; "What I meant is, I can be your fit, much older, vampire boyfriend. And you can be my horny little normal girl...." his eyes wondered down to her boob tube.

The girl giggled; "But I'm not normal. I'm a witch! Just like my mummy."

"Sure you are." He scoffed.

"I'm also dead."

A beat. Their eyes widened as a rivilet of blood began to leak from her ear and down her neck via the single feather earring she wore.

"Holy shit." The blond one gasped.

"What the...Right. I'm done. You stay the fuck away from us." His mate turned away and towards Ashley; "You. Take us back to your hotel room. Don't make trouble or my mate will break your arm, you hear? He's former Navy."

"S'right." Ashley felt his spit against her neck as he hissed; "Be a good girl. We'll have fun once we're tucked up inside."

As they went to turn around, a wall of mist arose in front of them, causing the mansion in the distance to vanish.

The men swore again.

"I told you...to let her go." Repeated the teenager who walked through the mist, having suddenly transported from one spot to another.

Ashley felt the temperature drop on a rather mild July evening. Packing a cardigan hadn't even been a thought and now, suddenly, she wished for a winter coat.

The ex Navy one approached the kid this time.

"Stop these little tricks, you cunt, unless you want me to fuck you into the mud right now-!" He reached for her shoulder.

Ashley watched the girl shudder, eyes closed, struggling to stay calm it seemed as her knees buckled. Oh. What the fuck?!

The bloke's hand had gone straight through her chest. He was staring at it, dumbfounded, before pulling it back.

And then the girl laughed. Louder. And louder.

"How did you do that?!" He demanded to know.

She kept on laughing.

"Answer me, you little shit! What's so fucking funny?!" His fist curled tight but he seemed reluctant to want to try to touch her again.

The girl stared up at him with that terrifyingly unreal smile.

Then she sang.

"....You should not have done that..."

Blood dribbled down from her nostrils as she continued to laugh, her eyes piercing, demonic, into his.

The dark haired man stepped back, just as the sound of a low, furious growl rumbled around them.

Something large and furry crept out through the mist. Moving on all fours, Ashley first thought it to be a dog. A big dog. Then a wolf? No...a bear? Shit, were those paws or knuckles it was walking on? Was it a fucking gorilla?!

Only when it stopped beside the girl could they see it was human...Just about. A human with wild, untamed hair, covered in various animal skins, deep red claw marks across his exposed chest and forearm. His face was bumpy and misshapen but those eyes, those eyes which burned with rage, were very clearly human. It continued to growl, menacingly at them, baring its crooked teeth.

The blind teen stopped laughing and reached to gently stroke his mane.

"Sweet friend. Do you remember what we were talking about the other day? About trying to be more kind?" She asked, softly.

The creature grunted in response, not taking his eyes off Ashley or her stalkers.

"Well," She knelt down, even though he was still around her height on all fours; "These boys weren't being very kind to this lady. She only wants to go home safe, but they want to....play some very nasty games with her." She then leaned in to his ear as she said, not at all subtly; "...And they tried to play them with me too."

At that, the beast's warning growls turned pure savage, spit flying from his lips as his eyes widened. It was enough to make the men retreat.

Ashley barely registered the blond one let go of her arm.

"Dan, what the hell is that?!" The blond one asks his mate.

"How the fuck should I know?! Hey...we didn't touch her, all right. Really, we couldn't!"

"But you tried, didn't you." The girl sneered; "And you called me such horrible names. Should I repeat them to my friend here? Hmm? Should I tell him what you said you wanted to do to me just now?"

The men began to tremble. They shook their heads.

"N-no-."

"I believe their words were," the girl flexed her fingers into the beast's fur as she shuffled closer to him; "Fuck me into the mud."

It roared. Ashley ducked to the ground, covering her head as if a bomb had gone off.

"Screw this! Let's go!"

Her stalkers were practically clutching at each other in terror as they turned tail and raced in the opposite direction.

The beast looked to the girl. Waiting.

"....If they're free...They're free to hurt again." She smiled at the creature; "Have fun!"

He let out a snarl, deep from his haggard throat, eyes glinting with something close to excitement.

Then he ran off, fast as a cheetah, into the woods, following their trail.

Ashley was still trembling in the dirt when the girl approached her.

"You're safe now. You should probably get to bed. Shame. I was hoping to show you more of my dresses. This one isn't my best, hehehe." She span around on her boots as if wearing some dazzling gown; "Yours is much prettier."

This wasn't real. None of this could be real. If it weren't for the bruises on her arms from where those men had held her, she'd be sure someone had slipped something in her drink to make her see crazy shit.

Her heart was still hammering away as she rose to her feet, knees juddering. The mist was clearing away now. Suddenly, she was right outside the hotel, rather than a golf course away.

"Wha...What are you?! What was-?"

Two blood curdling screams from a pair of young men rang out through the forest, waking the birds far too early, sending a flock of them against the full moon.

The girl giggled and twirled, spreading her arms out.

"He won't kill them. Wouldn't want them having to stay in our home, or even in the big house." She said cheerily; "But don't worry. They'll never be capable of playing nasty games again. Hehehehe."

She didn't know how to feel. Relieved? Grateful? Horrified? She'd walked out of a true crime event into a monster movie.

"Hey...You're staying at the big house, aren't you?" The girl asked, surprisingly casual.

"I...Y-yeah." She stammered, unsure if she should be telling the ghost that.

Ghost. Witch. Fucking hell.

The teen suddenly looked bashful, fiddling with the coverings on her hand.

"Could you...do me a favour? I need a message delivered to one of the rooms. Could you do that? Please! It has to be you. If you ask the people at the front desk, they'll say the room is empty."

"....Why would they say that?"

"Because it is. Hehehehe."

Ashley shook her head. Conversations with a dead girl was one thing but a pyscho dead girl was another. But...better to have it on her side, she supposed.

"Okay. W-what's the message?"

Three minutes later, Ashley breathed a sigh of relief as she entered the main doors of the hotel. She brushed off the staff's concerned questions about her wellbeing and asked for a piece of paper and a pen.

After trotting up to the East Wing, she kneels down to slide the note underneath the room marked Out Of Use Until Further Notice. She'd been instructed to make sure the writing was facing up.

The note contains the message that the girl had asked her to write.

Sorry I poked your eyes. Hope we can still be friends. Your daddy said you're sick. :( Get well soon. Hugs, Silver. xxx

There. Done.

She'd even included the damn emojis the ghost requested. And then, when Ashley had turned back on her way towards the hotel, the girl was nowhere to be seen. Neither was the creature...or what remained of her attackers.

Fine with her.

Ashley made her way back to her bedroom, locked the door and immediately rummaged in her bag for some valium. She was ready to dive into bed and let this all be just a weird fucking nightmare.

-

Silver sat on the grass, humming to herself and hugging her knees as she faced across the field to the mansion in the distance. Some of the lights were turning off now, not that she knew that, but was aware it was getting very late. Had the scared girl managed to go to sleep? Had she delivered her note? Was Amy already asleep or had she read it already?

Only time would tell. She had forever to wait and find out, forgetting all the sleeping she would do in between.

There's a couple of grunts beside her as her guardian returned from his hunt.

"Hello, you! Did you have fun chasing them nasty boys?" She grinned.

He huffed and wiped some of the blood dripping through his mane with his sleeve.

"People like that make me wish I had Mummy's fire. Or even your claws. All I've got is a giggle! Hehehehe." Fucksake. She sighed; "Hope Mummy isn't too mad when she finds out. We did the right thing, didn't we? That poor lady was about to be hurt and we stopped it."

She shuffled close to him and grinned, mischievously.

"You're a hero, Mr. Ra!" Silver teased, quiet as she could, nudging his shoulder.

He growled at her for that but she took no offence, seeing the smallest remmant of a coy smile on those crooked lips in her special vision. A moist knuckle was pressed against her forehead. She smiled and huddled against his side as he rested on the grass, continuing to lick the blood from his paws.

They waited there for Mummy to return from whatever important job she was doing. Silver continued to hum some one hit wonder from the 90s as she massaged Ra's scalp. He purred and leaned into her touch. After twenty years, she'd finally found his Achilles heel, the secret trick to make him like her.

"I wonder if the Fizzy Girl watched us scare those mean men away." Silver mused aloud.

Ra merely grunted, unsure himself, resting his head on her knee.

"I hope so. I want her to know she'd be safe with us, if her daddy ever let her play outside. If I found out anyone hurt her, I'd let you to rip them to fucking shreds. Hehehehe!"

[fischlslays]

Update on the Raelya Raasini situation..!

Lmao, as yall know from the last post, she was stalking me and some creepy shit. My friend @hunterxhunterisbest contacted her and guess what? She denied that she talked about me💀 bro its so obvious, and you acting stupid is actually driving me nuts💀

Like bro even took the "I always knew Mona mains can get along with Fischl mains." From my blog and said, "I wasn't talking about her, but the first one."

💀💀

AND, she stalked my account long enough to know that I put her in my DNI list, here is the conversation between her and my friend. I'm rlly srry for y'all's eyes💀

HELP I CANT WITH BITCH ANYMORE.

And btw, again, calling me a "bish" did nothing at all.

How you felt after calling me a "bish":🥰😍💋💅🔥

Bro pls use something else, you called me a bitch 4 times in row now, be creative. And we both know that you still have access to your goddamn account💀

Esther (my friend) had to go through hell and meet Satan to get this ugly ass mf to text back💀💀

"TELL ME" 💀💀 I don't have to say anything, do I? "I blocked her too! How-" that's even worse bro💀 and yall better be grateful for yalls ass😭 I'm rlly sorry Esther.

💀💀

"But she doesn't know one small detail" "I'm still there" bro watched a lil too much of Batman💀 its insulting to compare him to some random ugly ass mf on tumblr💀 even Esther herself said: "why is she acting so cringy? Is she going to tell me a government secret?😭"

Bro stalked for too long to see my DNI list💀💀 and yea, Esther hates you and thinks you the cringiest person to ever step a foot on this Earth. And no she ain't neutral💀

Yes, you are the creepiest person I've ever talked to💀 and you still deny it. See? That mf admitted that she was stalking me, lmao, tbh, you though you actually changed smth💀 I already knew that you are a creepy stalker, I didn't need you to inform me, but thank anyway.

"She put me in her DNI list."

"And you still interacted?"

"Yes, because I'm not Raeyla"

"Have you lost it?"

Lmao this part got me laughing😭😭

I know you are not Raeyla, but didn't want to expose you to your sweet friends and virtual family, nor your dear followers💀, "Raasini". Tbh, I'm glad that is not your name, because it would be such a waste of a pretty name on a shitty person💀

"I called her friend a loser bc she is"

💀 mf don't get Leisel into this. You actually thought you did smth?💀💀 bro go cry yourself to sleep or smth, it would've been better for all of us💀 and for the third time, Leisel ain't a loser, and again, you clearly didn't see your self💀do us a favour and never show your fac again, and leave your blog, no one is going to miss you anyway💀 if you lied about your name, why would your followers trust you again?💀 Next time Raasini tries to act cool, remember that she likes Hisoka (a pedophile from hunter x hunter), Oliver Tree(search what he did to Melanie), and The Manni Show (master of slurs).💀

"Idk hes hot" 💀💀 go get your eyes checked. Is this what you call hot?

Raasini is this your man?💀💀 I don't blame you, you get attracted to shit cuz u are, rlly. U guys deserve eachother.💀

Again, I'm rlly sorry Esther, and I sorry for everyone who's reading this except that mf, I bet she cringed too💀

"Peace✌" Bitch shut up💀 bro tried so hard to be Drake💀💀 NOT THE "..."💀

hoW dAre yOU! 💀 I swear no one cares, and I feel so bad for Esther. And btw Esther, you ate. And I agree with every single word you said.

And since that mf said that she just said what I did to her, I'm done, that's it, if you are playing that game, I'll do so too💀

Oh, by the way, remember the time you faked living in Ohio? And the time you were hard-core simping over Kaeya and Scaramouche and called them daddies but then you call me and Leisel losers for liking Fischl and Mona?💀 Or the time you acted all cringy by stuttering through text even though you weren't not Role-playing? Or the time you used the "..." so damn much that I gave my phone the nastiest side eye ever? And the time you acted all emo?💀 bro I have too much things, but I too lazy to list them all, and i don't want my followers to cringe💀

Here is my gift for you <3 tbh, I glad not the only who thinks that💀 and Raasini, your grammar and spelling books are crying in the corner💀 victim rizz fr. and when I saw the screenshots that Esther sent me, you wrote "bulliying"💀 I didn't know ppl could fuck up the word Bullying. Bro, are you even 17?💀💀

And thx @sulli1361 for your advice, I blocked her, let's hope that mf doesn't make another account to stalk me again💀 because I'm so done with her.

Thx @notafan77 for your prayerz

And thx for @urbestgirlever and @hunterxhunterisbest for keeping up with her

And did you actually put an Oliver Tree quote on your post that was supposed to "expose" me?💀 I hope you are truly embarrassed, because if I was you I'd never show my face ever again. Not for the next 15 years at least.

And if yall want me to posy the screenshots, just tell me, I don't mind, that bitch asked for it.

"Peace out✌" this is going to haunt Mr down forever. Thx Raasini, I'm Traumatised, and so are my followers.

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[blossom-hwa]

OMG AAHHH I saw your detailed rizz analysis post and I must say… Y’all really blew my mind cause I do see why you rated the idols as such HAHAHAHA I was specially laughing in agreement at the Soob, Hwa, and Bermuda line ones~ Vernon makes soooo much sense too HAHAHA And I guess your Yunho rizz analysis explains why I’m so head over heels attracted to the man! Oh and I agree soooo much with the Changbin one too HAHAHA I saw you mention Wonho during his analysis and I agree HAHAHA But that made me really curious for Wonho and MONSTA X rizz analysis :((( If it’s not too much of a trouble for y’all, would you mind analysing them too?? Or I guess who do you think is rizzless and the one with most rizz??

hey anon! glad you enjoyed the rizz post :) to be honest I'm not too familiar with monsta x/wonho anymore (not for any particular reason just changing interests), but I'll do a quick sentence or two with my main impressions below! hope you like it <3

original rizz analysis

shownu: positive and high magnitude though not quite infinity. kinda similar to yunho? in that they are both large and soft and have insane charisma but iirc shownu has a thinly veiled thing for being dominated (or is he the one dominating icr) that parallels yunho's thinly veiled thing for feet. hence the similarities and hence the not-positive-infinity level rizz

wonho: fluctuates between +5 and -5. I did say he's very similar to changbin. buff boys. stronk. much strength. except they're also very sweet losers hence the dipping into the negatives. I gave him slightly lower magnitudes than changbin, I don't know why this is the instinct but I mean at least his negative rizz is lower magnitude than changbin's so there's that

minhyuk: low. very negative. EXTREMELY negative. iirc he's very much the puppy type and he reminds me a little too much of hyunjae. he's very aware of the fact that he has next to zero rizz and he WILL use that against you so watch out for the puppy eyes. it doesn't matter in the end though you'll fall victim to them anyway

kihyun: -15. I feel like I've been influenced by this one twt account that I follow bc they love kihyun and are also obsessed with pathetic men so by extension kihyun is pathetic and is down in the negatives. not super high magnitude at least which he should honestly thank me and his hyeya performance for. I was going to give him -1 but then I realized he'd be dangerously close to rizz neutral and that is not happening this man is not neutral on ANYTHING

hyungwon: ooooooooo this is so hard but I'm going to give him -10. he's kinda like chanhee. knows what rizz is. understands his rizz level is in the negatives. does not give two fucks. this gives the impression that he has positive levels of rizz since he doesn't care but be not fooled dear reader he's just a dying victorian child in the guise of a limp noodle dragging himself around the stage. pray for him

(I think kihyun would probably kill me if he knew his rizz levels were under hyungwon's please don't let this get past him)

joohoney: FUCK BRO THIS IS SO HARD. I give him +20. he has so much charisma as an idol it's insane. I watched some of pdx101 (I think this is where it's from) and every time I remember the BAKSU bit I flip flop between convulsing on the floor with laughter and wanting to watch if 15 more times. therefore he gets positive rizz except it's limited by his aegyo. sorry I can't watch that more than 0.1 times before I cringe into oblivion

i.m.: same suit as jangjun and co. he's so alien his rizz is like undefinable. started off with positive infinity magnitude, then it got too high so it like... collapsed in on itself and got converted into whatever the fuck it is now. I couldn't tell you what it is. he's so weird. he holds too much power. I love him very much