#sorry for spamming the same two drawings the whole month

[doraingrid]

Happy Dragon Age Day!

Forever grateful that I got to experience the stories of Dragon Age over the years.

Thank you for the eternal inspiration and thank you for making Thedas my home too 💜💙 Adding some in game screenies of my dear crows under the cut, as a treat, for myself~

They are so very dear to me

[sunflwryu]

warning: yandere  |  not requested

chains

“p-please, don’t leave me, baby,” your boyfriend, sunoo, begs, his voice breaking as he does. he’s crying, his tears wetting your shirt, arms thrown around you and holding you as close to him as possible. “you can’t go! please, i-i-i can’t breathe without you...”

you sigh, exasperated. you were tired of having to deal with this every time you went out without him. no, more accurately, tried to go out. you loved his clinginess at first, and you still do, but then it got to the point he just stopped you from going pretty much anywhere, holding onto you with all his might, repeating how much he needed you to no end, sobbing louder whenever you’d take one more step away from him towards the door.

the scenario would always have the same ending: you’d feel sorry for him, knowing how dependent he was on you, and you’d stay, spending what was supposed to be your alone time in his arms.

but you didn’t want to give in this time.

“nunu, it’s been almost two months since i’ve been out with my friends,” you say softly, trying to calm him down by stroking his back, “i can’t keep doing this for you...what if i’m not there one day? what will you do?”

he’s crying harder, knees giving way so he’s on the floor. he stares up at you with his big watery eyes you find so hard to resist, cheeks puffy and red. “s-so you’re going to leave me one day?” he sputters, trembling.

your heart pangs at the sight, but you have to be firm. you have to stand up for yourself and do something for once. as much as you adore him, you’ve already given up so much to be there for him in his dramatic emotional moments. you don’t blame him for them, but it’s been taking a toll on you more than you realized. it wasn’t until your friends pointed out that you rarely text them anymore and that you haven’t hung out with them for so long that the exhaustion hit you.

“no, i‘m not, and i won’t, okay? but my friends need me this time, and i want to have some time for myself without you just for a little bit. please, nunu. you have to understand—”

“b-but i need you! what about m-me?” he interrupts, his voice desperate, his hands latching onto your arm, tugging you closer. his fingernails dig into your skin with a fevered desperation, but not enough to draw blood, thankfully. he pleads, jutting out his lower lip in a pout.

from the way it’s going, the ending you’re familiar with seems inevitable, you can tell. he isn’t listening to you properly, and you’re definitely going to be late to your friends’ gathering at this rate, so you make a quick decision.

“sunoo...i love you, but i’m really sorry. we can talk more later, okay? i’ll be back in a few hours.”

as quickly as you can, you shake off his grip gently and leave your apartment without waiting for another word, scurrying down the hall to the stairs. surprisingly when you look over your shoulder, that door stays shut. you furrow your brow, your resolve to go crumbling slightly, but you shake your head. he must’ve given up now that you went on your way.

but you can’t stop thinking about him.

it’s not that you don’t like hanging out with your friends. it feels good to see them again after so long, but the dreading worry in your chest only increases when your phone doesn’t go off at all. he usually would spam your phone with texts and calls whenever you’d be apart...well, before he attached himself to your hip for the past two months. you would never go five minutes without his name flashing on the screen, but here you are, a whole forty minutes later since you left him behind, met with nothing but radio silence.

“hey, what’s wrong?” one of your friends asks, nudging you with their elbow.

you offer a wry smile of reassurance as you pull out your phone. you send a text to sunoo asking if he’s okay, hoping you’d get an immediate response like you always would. but there’s nothing either, so you call him, once, twice, and three times should’ve done the trick, but when you receive the automated message again, you start to panic.

have you made a terrible mistake?

your thoughts run wild. your boyfriend can’t seem to function well without you, you know that from how much he clings to you, how scared he always is that you‘d leave him, how tightly he squeezes your hand when you go out in public together. guilt starts to eat away at you as your mind flashes back to those big adorable eyes, tears spilling endlessly as they pleaded with you, to the quivering of his lips. what if something happened to him while you were gone? you’ve never left him alone before like this; more accurately, it was him who never left you alone, but all the same, you worry for him, you really do.

you love him so much, how could you not? even if he could be a little much sometimes, it isn’t his fault, right? he’s always so selfless and sweet, going above and beyond for you, never blaming you for your faults, no matter how bad. you call him once more, but to no avail. you bite your lip as you zone out on your friends’ conversation and watch the time tick on the clock at the shop, hesitant on what to do.

but sunoo knows what you’ll do. he always does.

still, when he catches sight of you at the bedroom doorway, breathing heavily from having rushed home, regret and worry written all over your face, he’s absolutely ecstatic inside. you bring his trembling form in your arms, tears of your own dripping onto his shirt, an avalanche of apologies spilling from your lips for having left him by himself, promising to never leave his side again. seeing you cry for him like this, to love and think about him so much that you’d abandon those worthless longtime friends of yours for him, he can’t help but love you more for how perfect you are.

after all, unlike his friends, he doesn’t have to use real chains to make you stay.

note: ofc my first yandere enha work has to be my bias, sunoo! hope it’s not too long for you guys. inspired from the very beginnings of my rp with @enhadiares / @yan-enha as 🥮 anon. please check their works out! i hope this makes sense and that you liked it, thanks for reading and for all your support! :))

enhypen masterlist | main masterlist | by @sunflwryu

[withcolebrock]

I Drew That

Corpse Husband x fem!reader

Summary: Corpse finds out that Y/N has a drawing of him as her background

Warnings: swearing :)

Word Count: 1,818

Author’s Note: I’ve spent weeks trying to write this piece :/ I just couldn’t find a way to make it how I wanted it if that makes sense but I tried my best. This idea was very cute because I can totally see this happening lol. Especially with like the whole flirty voice thing Corpse has been doing with like Brentman and like James and stuff haha. I hope you guys enjoy it!!

~~~

Tonight was one of the many nights that she was playing Among Us. It had taken over her life, a flood of success followed her once she had played with Sean and Felix. She had gained over two hundred thousand subscribers on her YouTube channel. It had changed her life for the better, in many ways.

For the last three rounds, it had been strict imposter wins. Felix won two of those. Everyone was shocked when it was him the second time, Felix was getting great at the game. The group then decided to switch lobbies because Felix was throwing a fit about getting imposter too much. It was the usual group of Felix, Sean, Poki, Rae, Sykkuno, Leslie, Toast, Dave, Corpse, and Y/N.

Over the last few months everyone in the group had gotten a lot closer. Especially Corpse and Y/N. After the first time they played together, a lobby Sean had created, they had talked for hours after the first game they played. This had continued almost every time they had played  Most of the time, Corpse would be editing his videos while talking with her. It calmed him as he worked. She would be working on her art or scrolling through Pinterest or Tumblr.

They had even FaceTimed several times, where Corpse revealed his face to her. He made a big deal out of it, saying a whole monologue before he turned the camera to his face. She followed in pursuit being very dramatic as well. Whenever they would talk he would play her his music, waiting to see if she liked it. She loved any song he put out, despite it not being her usual music taste.

One night she was scrolling through Tumblr and found an artist who was drawing Among Us players with their little characters. One particular character made her smile and her heart flutter slightly. It was an amazing drawing of Corpse and his little character sitting on his shoulder. It was an art style she was familiar with, she loved supporting smaller artists. It was the cutest thing she has ever seen. Weirdly, it perfectly described him. She loved it so much, she decided to keep it as her phone Wallpaper.

The round started on Mira, where Y/N was a crewmate again. Throughout the whole night, she still hasn’t gotten imposter. “Dammit,” she groaned at the screen. She stood still at the start of the map, waiting to see if anyone would fake tasks at the start. Everyone ran off, not doing them. She quickly followed.

After a long thirty seconds lights get shut off. She ignores the emergency and continues doing her tasks, she stood by the vending machine when Felix killed her. “It’s fucking Felix again!” she leaned back in her chair groaning. She covered her face with her hands. “He’s gotta stop killing me first,” she shook her head. She tried to hide how annoyed she was.

Her body was called by Poki, she was the only dead one. “Oh my god,” Poki said once the screen popped up.

“Y/N no!” Rae yelled, “You guys, she’s died first the last three rounds,”

“Wait really? Oh Jesus, sorry Y/N,” Sykkuo said, a breathy laugh leaving his lips.

“I’ll protect you next round, Y/N, I promise,” Corpse said. Y/N tried to hide her smile and the heat rushing to her cheeks.

“We’ll avenge you, Y/N!” Sean yelled. Soon after everyone grieved her death they began asking each other where they were. Everyone had a solid alibi making it impossible for them to figure out who did it.

“Guys, guys, Y/N died first the last three rounds right?” Toast started, everyone hummed, “Who was imposter these past few rounds?” he explained. Everyone gasped.

“You really think I would kill her first three rounds in a row?” Felix tried to defend himself as the voting time clock turned red.

“You’ve done it twice already!” Sean yelled, voting Felix. Felix was saved since half of the group skipped. She floated around the map trying to get her tasks done quickly so she could talk to her chat without holding back the rest of the group.

She glanced towards her chat, reading a few questions, she shifted her gaze to the game and thought about the questions. “I’ve been working on a cute little animation for you guys, I might do another art stream with you guys. Only if you guys want it, of course.” she read through a few more questions while answering them, while she waited for the meetings to end.

Once all of her tasks were done, she began to talk about her art and fanart. “Yeah, there’s an artist on Tumblr, they are amazing, they deserve so much more recognition,”  she explained as she showed them her lock screen with the drawing of Corpse; without thinking about her chat being curious as to why it was him. Turning her phone back towards her, her eyes widened as realization dawned on her.

The chat began to flood in with questions, begging Y/N to tell them why she had Corpse’s drawing as her background. She chose to ignore the question and continue talking about her own art and showing fan art. Despite trying to change the subject, she sighed dramatically. “Chat, there’s no reason why Corpse’s character is my background, the artist is just good, stop talking about it,” she giggled as the victory screen popped up on her screen.

“Felix what the fuck!” she unmuted in discord. He began laughing as he began to defend his actions. “No, no it doesn’t matter if I know your liar voice, Felix-” After about five minutes of everyone talking the next round started. She was a crewmate again, “I feel like I’m bugged,” she groaned as she started running around doing her tasks. Corpse’s little black character was following her.

“Looks like I got myself a little body guard,” she smiled as she spoke. They walked passed the medbay room, as Corpse moved his character dramatically. She rolled her eyes as they both walked into the medbay room. She didn’t have medbay, but she sat waiting for Corpse to finish. They continued doing tasks together until a body was called. It was Sean’s.

“Y/N’s cleared I was with her the entire time,” Corpse said confidently into his mic. She said the same about him. Poki was acting a little weird during the call, which made Y/N a little suspicious of her.

~~~

When the lights were shut off Corpse was killed by Poki, and he groaned as his body was killed immediately. Poki called out Y/N right away, saying that she was with Corpse the whole time. Corpse glanced towards his chat, finally able to try and read everything everyone was saying. His eyes lit up as he saw her name flash the screen several times.

One person kept spamming the chat saying, Y/N’s has your Among Us character as her background, he smiled as he read it. He knew exactly what the picture was, “Oh really?” he hummed as he continued reading. Everyone was saying how nervous she got when they kept asking her about it. He pressed his lips together nervously. He decided to drop it for now, but he was curious. He looked back up to the screen and began to listen to what was happening during the meeting.

“...You really think I would spend this whole game marinating Corpse for me to kill him in front of Poki? What about that double kill that happened, there was no way I would’ve done that if I was with him.” Y/N explained, over Poki trying to defend herself.

“I think she’s got it guys,” It was down to Toast, Y/N, Sykkuno, and Poki. Everyone quickly voted for Poki. The Victory screen popped up. “I knew you had it, Y/N,” Corpse said as everyone started shouting into the discord.

After a few minutes of them discussing the round, they decided to switch over to Polius. “Hey, Y/N, can I ask you something?” Corpse asked, the group quickly went quiet.

“Sure,” she giggled.

“My chat keeps saying you have my character as your phone background, is that true?” he asked, teasingly. He smiled widely. The entire group started cheering while teasing Y/N and Corpse.

Her mouth dropped open as she tried to find a way to explain it, “Well, uh,” she cleared her throat, “I do actually, it was great art, what was I supposed to do?” she laughed.

“Oooo, someone has a little crush,” Sean teased, Felix quickly joined. The rest of the group was simply laughing along. Corpse stayed silent while the group was teasing Y/N, and Corpse for that matter.

He pulled up Y/N’s Twitter and began to scroll through her feed to find the perfect drawing. He took the drawing that Y/N did of her own Among Us character. It was a drawing of Y/N holding her little character in her hand. It was his favorite piece of art she has done. Mainly because she drew it while on FaceTime with him. He quickly changed it to his iphone background, he glanced back towards the screen, seeing if the game started. He took a screenshot of it and immediately texted it to Y/N.

“Y/N, look at our messages,” he said simply into his mic. The group slowly stopped talking as they waited for Y/N to open the message.

“Corpse, I’m scared,” she whispered, everyone started laughing.

“Just open the message,” he giggled.

She sighed dramatically while she pulled up the messages with Corpse, seeing the screenshot. Her lips fell into a pout as she saw it. “I drew that,” she mumbled into the mic.

“You did,” he whispered, as he felt heat rise in his cheeks. He loved hearing her voice. “It’s my favorite,” he continued.

“Corpse,” she whined as her eyes began to tear up. She didn’t know why, but her heart felt so full. “You didn’t have to do that,” she mumbled, readjusting herself in her chair. She shifted her gaze towards the contact name, Corpseyyy.

“Of course I did, It was beautiful art,” he muttered while he looked back towards his phone, admiring his new phone background.

“Is this..a possible.. New relationship starting?” Sean whispered dramatically into his mic.

“It sounds like it,” Rae interjected. Corpse rolled his eyes dramatically, but he didn’t oppose the idea; neither did Y/N. Rae quickly started the game, letting the tension ease between everyone. Corpse and Y/N got imposter together.

“Oh my god finally,” Y/N said into the mic as she started faking tasks, “Chat, please stop saying I’m blushing, you aren’t helping,” she giggled as she continued the game. She raised her hand to her cheek, feeling the warmth.

[bonnymori]

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚����𝐲

Word count: 2760+ (i'll try to keep bigger lengths such as this one!)

Synopsis: You meet a new classmate who's working along Nanami, you think he's fun to be around, it stands the same to him about you. Later, feelings unravel.

Contents/Warnings: (1) Itadori Yuuji x gn!reader (2) FLUFF, TONS OF FLUFF - and some comfort (3) With the small participation of... Ino Takuma!! I really like him too, that's why <33333 (4) This is pretty platonic, but also not? (5) Ending turned sorta cliché... but I liked it u.u

A/N: This boy made me run rampant... to fhe point it's not single attraction anymore I just wish him happiness (smh if only my parents knew...) also next post will be Toji's fic pt. 2! Y'all see the first part is almost reaching 100 kudos????? I'M SO HAPPY EHSODJWKDKSJD- thanks for all the new followers and the support!! <33

Ever since his fake death, Itadori has been training alone with the help of Gojo - and now, he works along a freshly new face, who belongs to a senior, founds out ex-salaryman named Nanami Kento. He's far a thousand times more strict than Gojo. Itadori doesn't really likes the change, because Nanami is a person he can't get along. This whole guy's appearance scream "work 4 life"; he has proved different, now he screams "work is shit - but I gotta do it because others won't".

They've just finished cleansing the outside of a movie theater off a few curses, when Itadori hears shouting from far behind them. Two figures approach, waving excessively. He quickly picks on Nanami's tired sigh beside him.

"Nanami! We figured out you'd be here! Our mission has been finished and we wanted to catch up to have lunch together!" A male clad in a full black outfit shouts, he has brown hair and a beanie on top of his head, looking quite content.

The other person simply trots next to him in silence, approaching with a friendly smile. They notice Itadori faster than the male, smile widening and quickly waving hello, suddenly eager to reach up to them. The gesture makes the pink haired boy perk up, curious to why the other person looked so joyful. His question is easily answered, when they tug on the man's sleeve and motion to him.

"Ino, we have a third buddy!" The dude looks at him with widened eyes. "So nice to meet you, I'm Y/N L/N! It's great to see new faces around!"

Itadori smiles at your energy, knowing already he would click with you very well.

"I'm Ino Takuma, sorry for not noticing you before! Your uniform looks cool." Itadori exchanges a few compliments with Ino, before the man turns to talk with Nanami, leaving him and you together.

"Yes! I'm Sukuna's vessel, Itadori Yuuji-desu! My type of woman is Jenn-"

You turn to him. "So, are you a first year?"

"Geh? Weren't you dead though?!"

"I was!- I am!- Please keep secret."

"Okay!"

"Ahem." Nanami coughs, drawing attention. "I requested you two to not come after me today. Itadori here is the reason why."

"That's no problem, we're very capable of keeping secrets." You threw your arm over Itadori's shoulder, him nodding along with you.

"Oh really, then remember to keep quiet about it. I'll let this slide." The group of students nervously at Nanami's intimidating tone. "But, I'll get to have my break alone."

"Gah!" Ino exclaimed, watching Nanami walk away; he also left the responsability of taking care of Itadori for you two, leaving without a word. "It really had to be today, when Nanami would take us to his favorite bakery..."

"Crybaby." You teased. "Itadori here can't go outside where anyone can see him, he's dead. So, we were to order food either way because he shouldn't be left out."

"Augh okay, it would be unfair."

"So, where are you staying Itadori?"

"At Gojo's state!"

"Whoa, I've never been there before." Ino commented, waiting as you sent a message to Ijichi to pick them up.

"He's my teacher, a very cool one!"

"I imagine! Ooookay, once we get there I'll get the food."

Itadori felt as his chest would burst of excitement, finally there was people around him again, he couldn't be less happy about it.

"Sharing is caring!"

Itadori laughed as you wrestled with Takuma for some fries, netflix long forgotten in the background, as watching the banter was way more entertaining. Most of the time, Ino rambled a lot about Nanami, while he rambled a lot about Gojo. The guy even showed him the cool scar under his beanie. He felt kinda upset after explaining the exchange was just temporary, his stay under Nanami's wing wasn't decisive, and therefore, he was more like a classmate than a partner.

Itadori also learned a lot about you. He was surprised to find out that you, although energetic, was the one to speak the lesser in conversations. His surprisement grew even bigger when you told him you're a exchange student from Kyoto, arriving Tokyo about the same month as him - thankfully, you were to say for good.

Conversations flowed easily in the air, until a voice from the doorway barged in.

"Yuuji-kun! Don't forget about your lessons! Hi kids! Bye kids!" Gojo said playfully, throwing the familiar punching bear to Itadori before leaving.

"What's this thing?" Ino asked.

"It's to help me control my cursed energy. So while I watch the movies, if I don't charge it with cursed energy it punches me square in the face. I thought I had mastered this thing already, but he insist I keep training with it." Itadori grumbles.

"At least it's cute." You commented, taking a sip of your drink.

"Until it punches you in your face without warning!" The pink haired boy barks.

The talks died down, the three of you eating quietly when another movie is played on the screen. Itadori didn't bother reading the title, it was a plain one about a zombie apocalypse that got him extremely bored, yet he kept watching still so the plushie didn't punch him in the face again; he's been keeping a record since all his last cursed energy training lessons were a sucess to this day. When his head started nodding and eyelids dropping Itadori can't remember well, about fourty five minutes of movie perhaps? Make it fifty, the second slumber took over his body completely.

When he awoke once again, it was near midnight, the clock on the wall told him so. He also noticed a soft and warm surface supporting his head, figures, it's your shoulder he's resting into, he feels an arm around his own shoulders and your cheek placed upon his hair.

"Hey, it's late." You immediately notices he's awake, calling out softly. "You should sleep on your room, or something, better to your spine."

He chuckles when you poke his side. "But I'm comfortable here."

"I'm surprised, you just met me today, and now is sleeping on my shoulder."

"I'm not, that happens often to me."

"Sleeping on people's shoulders?"

"No! Making friends quickly." Itadori likes your gentle warmth, your hug, everything makes him feel at home. "I met two more people before you for two weeks, but they can't see me, because I'm dead."

"So I'll keep you company, that's my new mission."

His eyes widen at that, a oh so little blush covering the tip of his ears.

"For how many time I slept anyway?" He asks.

"About two- no, three hours. You missed two movies, and this one is about to end."

"And you stayed here the whole time?" He motions to your shoulder.

"Yep. That reminds me I gotta pee."

Itadori grumbles, but quickly lifts himself off you, respecting your needs. That gives him some time to look around, he notices Ino is gone, and the plushie sits quietly at the other side of the couch, unmoving.

"Y/N! How did you manage to make it quiet down?" He's beyond bafflet.

"...que."

"What!"

"I said!" You arrive quickly at the doorframe, hands still wet from when you washed them. "I used my innate technique."

"Oh! How is it like?"

"It's kinda funny, gimme a moment." You left to wipe off your hands, coming back in a second. "So, just like Shoko, I produce reverse curse energy, but it's quite different than hers, I can't heal people. That's why we often call it positive energy instead. I can use it to soothe off negative energy, so the bear has no cursed energy right now."

"How does it works on people?" He felt very curious about everything, asking away like a kid.

"Since everyone has negative energy, it just makes you sleepy really. But when it comes to curses it's really practical, I can either weaken it or, if the curse is like grade three or four, I can slap them off existence completely by wiping all their energy." You were naturally proud of having a such versatile power, your own energy swirling with pride around you.

"That sounds amazing! Is it why I fell asleep though?"

"Nah, only if I did it on purpose. I guess you were just tired, hope you don't mind I decided to let you rest today."

"No way, it was a good nap."

You nodded. "By the way, Ino left to attend to a drinking party, he paid for our food."

"Drinking? Is he old?"

"Yeah, he's twenty." You chuckled, already expecting that kind of reaction.

"No way! He looks young just like us!"

"That's totally my reaction after I learned he's twenty!"

After that day, you started visiting Itadori weekly to daily, after exchanging numbers he made a little group with you and Ino, naming it the "Nanami trio". But really, he exchanges more texts with you in private, be them memes, cool images he wish to share, etcetera. Although, Ino wasn't left excluded, he ofter brough his xbox to connect to Itadori's tv room and you all would spend hours playing together; he just didn't spend much time with both of you as much. And that was okay.

For a few days, your connection with Itadori died down when he didn't reply to your texts. They would remain unread for some time, the longest being half a day, until he would spam apologies then move on with the topic. That became a routine until one day when you came over to check on Itadori unnanounced, needin to ease off your worries about the boy, only to find him sobbing in the middle of a hallway, staring ahead and beyond, his back to you.

"Ita-?"

"Egh!" Startled, he scrambled to wipe his eyes, turning to you. "H-hey, um, hi."

"What happened?"

"I- he-" His eyes didn't met yours, knuckles white in a death grip. You notice he has a few bandages thrown over his face and arms. The way his shoulders are drawn, as if he wants to shrink into himself is something you've experienced before.

"Something hard to talk about?"

He nods almost immediately, head still facing down.

"It's alright, come with me." You reach for his hands, grimacing slightly when his forceful grip is now on your hand, yet you don't comment on it. He follows you through the state wordlessly.

You two stop on the same tv room, sitting down on the couch. You then guide his head to your shoulder, gently massaging his scalp with the free hand.

"It's alright."

Those two words are chanted like a prayer for the next half hour, at some point, Itadori twisted his body towards yours and unknowingly caged you between him and the sofa arm. He embraced you with a force you didn't have in you, like he didn't want to lose one another. Painful or not, not a muscle moved on your body. He needed a shoulder to cry on.

Thirty minutes passed like seconds, you peered down only to find the boy confortably napping against your bosom; at some point you just became the cold side of the pillow to him. That's alright. It brings you joy to be the mom friend anyways. So you decided to join the sleepland aswell, arms still secured around his shoulders and the back of his head.

It feels like the nap hasn't been long, though, because you can feel Itadori's grip loosening and therefore, you're awake.

"Sorry if I broke any bones, in advance."

"Wow, and you only warn me now."

He laughs at your comeback, hands still secured around your waist.

"I'm surprised you let me uh, cuddle you for comfort - and sleep. I don't understand it? You just make me sleepy." He rambled, keeping eye contact with you while his head still rests on your chest.

"That's a piece of cake when you have younger siblings who seek for you every night they get a nightmare."

"Does that mean I can come to you again if I have a nightmare?" There it is, his togepi-kirby cutesy face.

"Are you four?"

"That's mean!" Itadori blushed, squeezing you on his arms. "I like the contact. It puts me at ease."

"Mm, do you want to talk about it?"

He gulped. "No, not really."

Your peach haired friend remained silent, and so did you. It seems he doesn't intend in letting you go soon, or he just really forgot to mention it. It gives them time to think, your younger sisted used to do that sometimes, back in Kyoto.

"Y/N, wanna watch anything?"

"Sure, have you watched Parasyte before?"

"No, let's give it a try then!" Itadori glances at the remote, then back at you - making you confused over his hesitation to move. He notices you noticed it, chuckling nervously. "To be honest, I don't wanna let go."

"It's hurting my back."

"SORRY I'M SORRY!" He jumped away from you like a cat would jolt away from a cucumber, making you snicker.

"It's okay, I just wanted to change positions."

And to tease you, but he didn't need to know that part.

He glared at you with a small pout, typing the initials of Parasyte on the search bar. Outside his line of vision, you were grinning like a idiot, his sweeteness took a tow on you. All the people of Tokyo you met really held a way different spirit from your classmates in Kyoto, Itadori being the nicest of all. It's surprising him being Sukuna's vessel to begin with; being honest, you felt drawn by it.

"Y/N, it's startiiiiing." He cut your daydreaming short, slumping on your side and propping his head on your shoulder.

"This again?" You throw an arm around his shoulders, very much like the first time he cuddled himself on you.

"Don't blame me, you're the one who wanted to change positions. Guess I'll just make some alterations since I'm awake this time!" One of his arms went behind your back and circled your waist, hand resting at your hip.

"It's definely different, since the other time you drooled on me."

"Hhgh, okay okay! Let me enjoy this." For perhaps the actual first time, you're able to watch without exchanging words with one another.

And this time, it's you who's head loll to the side, nose buried on his soft rose perfumed hair. Itadori doesn't comment on it yet, his free hand moves under your legs to lift your whole body up efortlessly when he senses you have fallen asleep.

"I remember you said it's bad for my spine, I wouldn't mind it... yours however."

The boy makes a beeline to the guest room, he sighs when there is no choice but open the door with his foot. Inside, he places you carefully in the soft bed.

Before he could leave, a hand reaches up for his sleeve.

"Itadori," He turned, looking at you. "Make me company?"

He giggles softly - you think it sounds like a highschool girl. "You should start calling me by my first name!" Itadori rambles as he climbs on the bed, arms wrapping around your waist in a motion you're familiar with.

"Yuuji, I'm tired, let me sleep."

"But I wanna talk more..." He pouts. "Also, are we, um, dating?"

You wriggle around, bringing his head down to peck on his forehead, teasing. "Correction, I want to date you."

"Uh, oh." A blush coats his face so quickly, you'd say someone dumped a bucket of red paint on his face.

"Is that a no?"

"No!"

"So it is a no."

"Christ, will you stop teasing for a second, I'm trying to talk here." He makes an angry version of his togepi-kirby face, you can't help but grin.

"You amuse me, but okay. I'll do it for you."

"Thanks." He blinks, the blush slowly fading away. "You know, I lied, not about the contact, I like the contact nonetheless-"

His hand moves to play with yours, such as tapping his tips against yours, or meassuring the palms.

"-it's you who brings me comfort."

It's also your turn to blush, that line was seriously charming.

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, we're dating now." You respond, a little eagerly. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

This is the best person I could ask for, Itadori thinks, keeping his eyes open as yours shut during the kiss, whom I won't change for anything else in this world.

When you both separate, Itadori feels drowsy and sleepy. His face fits perfectly on your shoulder as always.

"Goodnight, my favorite person."

[mewberii]

Streamer!Scaramouche AU

i feel like he’d be one of the biggest streamers on his platform- probably one of those that everyone has heard of even if they’re not into watching livestreams and all

but between those who do know who he is, they either love him or hate him. no in-between

it’s kind of understandable because his attitude is not suited/can be handled by anyone

he’s brutally honest even when his opinion may be seen as rude (to him he’s just saying the truth so he doesn’t mind if people get offended)

of course he doesn’t try to be rude on purpose but i mean it as in he’ll say what he thinks

imagine he’s playing a game and he doesn’t like a certain mechanic, or he isn’t enjoying the story;

he won’t say the game is bad but he’ll openly say he doesn’t like it/it’s not for him. it makes him seem strict but tbh he’s not that hard to please and even when he complains about one or two things he still enjoys the game

he usually gives every game a chance even when from what he’s seen it doesn’t sound like a game he’ll like. if he turns out to be right he just won’t play it again and if he’s wrong he’s a little too prideful to admit he spoke a little too fast but in the end he will admit the game is good or he’s having fun

probably the kind that just knows so much about all games and all the creators and all the game-making engines and is up to date with every single news of everything video-game + streaming-related,,, how does he do it, i don’t know,,,,

and also since he’s so popular he probably gets packages from game developers with limited edition stuff or merch from different games soooo often

and he placed the ones from his favorite games in his setup room and it looks INCREDIBLE he has so much stuff

he did a room tour stream once talking about all he has, where he got everything, from his monitor to every complement of his computer and like,,,,, the cost of his setup,,,,,,, some people already know they’ll never be able to afford that in their entire life

and he already had a great setup before he even became big as a streamer so people can already guess he’s fairly rich 

also i feel like he would have started his career as a streamer without using a facecam and even like that, he already managed to get very popular because of his professional commentary of game dynamics/playability + you can tell that he’s passionate about this and also he’s very funny without even trying??

he says some stuff so casually that he doesn’t realise how funny it is

probs showed his face after he hit a very important milestone

he never considered showing his face that important but he understood why people would want to see his reactions when playing games (even tho he warned them he’s not the most expressive/dramatique person in the world and they know by now) and would want to put a face to the person who entertains them so much with his streams

and when he does show his face people go absolutely cRAZY BECAUSE he is crazy good looking (if you don’t think he’s good looking i’m sorry for your eyesight. jk i’m sorry in general i just really love him)

some people who didn’t watch his streams will even check them out because of that but literally if you come for the visuals only you won’t stay for long because as i said not anyone can handle his personality

if he sees people being superficial about him too much instead of paying attention to what’s happening in the stream, he will immediately turn the subs mode on in the chat (if he didn’t have it on already)

being rude, being disrespectful/saying discriminating stuff or anything of that sort won’t be tolerated and anyone who does it will be banned instantly

without even interrupting what he was saying before he saw the comment, he’ll just type the ban to whoever said that and go on

and his mods do the exact same. they are just as strict as him

if it ever got too much of course he wouldn’t be afraid to speak up about it and tell his chat to stop that behaviour or else, as they should already know, he won’t be afraid of banning them even if they’ve been subscribed for months or years

ANYWAYS

why do i feel like he has a super organised chat— as in instead of spamming 5 emotes per comment they all send just one and it looks so tidy and perfect

literally other streamers would be jealous of how not-messy his chat is even when he has thousands and thousands and thousands of viewers all the time

also i have this idea that maybe any of his fans would have designed him as a genshin character (which would be the design of the scaramouche we know (?))

and the little pop-ups (i don’t know the name in english rIP) thingies that show up to notify when someone subscribed or donated would be lil chibi art of that design

it’d be really cool

and since i also doodled what a stream of his could look like (i’ll show it in the future when i’m done!!) i thought that way it’d be more recognisable that the streamer is scaramouche

99% of the people who have seen him irl found him too intimidating to go ask him for a picture or tell him anything

he’s not a huge fan of taking pictures anyway + is more on the introverted/reserved side but he wouldn’t mind if someone went up to him (if he’s not busy with something) to tell him something or say they enjoy his streams

i feel like in a couple occasions he would have played a game with some subscribers and he’d like to tease them speaking with his usual tone and face (in case they’re watching the stream as they talk) so they think he’s serious

“did you watch my 12 hour stream the other day?”  -scaramouche

“ah,,,, i-” -the sub

“think well of what you’re going to answer.” -scaramouche

“i-i couldn’t watch the whole thing,,,” -the sub

“ah, is that so…?” -scaramouche 

he’ll pretend to sound disappointed but at one point he just can’t help but smirk and hold in a chuckle before telling them he’s not serious

(he literally doesn’t know how the hell he survived that stream himself because he isn’t one to stream for that long)

i feel like deep inside people who know him would know he wouldn’t say such things seriously/wouldn’t be disappointed in anyone for not watching every single minute of his streams or not even all his streams

but he says all that so seriously that it’s,,, intimidating and they’re lowkey like “god but what if he’s not joking-”

he’d play games with the other streamers sometimes but i feel like most of the type he’d play more single-player games

it’d be so funny if he plays among us with others and for example one of those others it’s childe

both of them would always be suspecting of the other first/bickering, especially scaramouche

and if one game turns out they’re both the impostors… people would know right away

like, if any of them tried to defend the other, everyone else would be like “!?! what is this? scaramouche and childe defending each other? scary”

they’d vote one of them (maybe scaramouche) out because they started guessing + saying proof of how both of them could be the impostors (but the biggest proof is them not coming for each other’s throats sNKJFNGKJS)

scaramouche would have to resist the urge to S C R E A M

needless to say he doesn’t like when he has to be impostor with childe

and unfortunately for him, fate makes it happen considerably often

i feel like at least one time scaramouche would kill next to childe and then report it and literally blame childe

and childe would be like ?!?!?!?!?? WHAT- NO- (struggles bc his brain instinct is to say ‘it was you!’ but they’re both the impostors??? how-)

and then they’d eject childe,,, and then people wouldn’t suspect of scaramouche for most of the game because ? why would he- blame his partner---

well he did it with no regrets and at the end when they all found out they found it very funny (except for childe, but even he ended up laughing in the end because what a mean strategy sjkfhdsgkj)

i have this feeling that even though they bicker so much and for any strangers it’d seem like they hate each other, when scaramouche does play online games, many times it’d be with childe?

ik they aren’t supposed to get along but for the sake of it being a modern au i don’t want bad vibes between any of the characters pls-

and everyone enjoys their dynamic and those streams always get a ton of viewers sjfhdsgkj and i’m sure both their chats would be good friends (most likely one’s fans would also be a fan of the other too)

very very very rarely (because he prefers just playing and talking while playing) he’d do streams where he doesn’t play anything but just talks with the chat, watches videos that they send him, looks at the fanart they make, just talks about games,,,,

it’d be super chill and the perfect streams for people to be doing homework/work/play games/draw or do basically anything while they listen to his stream in the background

he’d also be answering some of people’s questions about him or about his favorite games, or if he’s playing this new game that came out earlier this week,,,

“will you play ‘it takes two’ with childe?” -someone in the chat

“absolutely not. i won’t play a co-op game with him”

not even 5 days later, tweet from childe saying “streaming in 30 minutes! Scaramouche and I will be playing It Takes Two on my ch---”

anyways this will be all!! (for now?) i obviously knew genshin before this but, yesterday i could finally start playing it myself! so i feel like if not now, soon i will also write headcanons of him playing genshin! i don’t take requests but if you guys have any ideas or anything you want to say about this AU, send me an ask!! i’d love to talk about this and about genshin in general!

also, i was very inspired to write this by @baeshijima​ ! so thank you very much to her for her wonderful streamer AUs and if anyone reading this hasn’t read hers already, go check them out!! they’re amazing!!

[heuristicallyinclined]

Of Disks Lost and Cullings Interrupted

5.1k | Rating T for referenced gore and language

Summary: An unfortunate encounter somehow manages to not go quite as bad as it should have.

This is one of the self-indulgent drabbles I wrote last year for me and @theartisticapparition’s fantrolls meeting for the first time and how much of an absolute mess it would be. Enjoy.   

It has three fucking months since you ordered that hexagonal disk and you still don't have a shipping notification for it.

You stare at the screen of your palm husk. It’s a single point of brightness in the store room you slipped off to while some other ship was docking. For supplies or inspection, you don’t know and you don’t care. All you care about it the fact that no one is going to notice a single rusty slipping away for all of two minutes to fuck around on a personal device and see if maybe something went to spam. Which you are looking at now. And apparently set to delete messages after thirty nights, so if it did go to spam, it was long gone now.

“Sh!t,” you quietly exhale.

It’s objectively not even a good movie, just something dumb and cheesy that you can use to break up an evening. But it's no longer even about that. You just want the garbage that you ordered because you fucking ordered it and paid for it using some of your very limited funds. Grunt work means grunt pay and you have to at least be olive to even be allowed to complain in the first place, so your bronze ass just isn't going to cut it.

It doesn't make sense for you to not have gotten anything. Like at least a, "sorry king, your package is delayed," thing should have happened. You work in this shit, you receive and ship and log and deliver until your pan feels numb and it’s just your body moving through the motions. You have been mentally trying to work out how to even fuck up bad enough that this kind of delay would even happen because even for a rusty, who expects very little, this is still a bit much. You’re drawing a complete blank.

The movement of a shadow catches your eye, snapping you out of your thoughts. It slowly shortens from its exaggerated length to a more proportional one as the figure draws closer, straight towards you. You don’t recognize the silhouette’s lean frame, horns or hair which seemingly fanned out to symmetrical points. You definitely didn’t hear them enter or move through the storage bay.

Swallowing, you turn.

You see his color before you notice anything else about him. Your blood runs cold as you immediately straighten to attention.

Violet.

Seeing sea dwellers through screens and on posters did not prepare you for the real thing. You had never seen one in person before and definitely had never had one slowly making his way closer to you. Everything about him was sharp. His fins, his claws, his teeth, they all came to a clearly defined point. His grin was especially sharp. Almost sharp enough to distract you from whatever the hell his spear thingy that he casually held over his shoulder like it weighed nothing was.  

“S!r.” You address him, bowing your head slightly. “!s there anyth!ng ! can do for you?”

His smile widens when you acknowledge him. His golden bracelets jingle lightly against each other as he brings a hand to his chin, seeming to genuinely consider your question.

Oh goddamn it. This is going to take longer than two minutes.

“) is there anyfin you can do for me? (,” he repeats coolly. He pensively looks off to the side as he continues to move towards you. ") oh I don't know. i just wanted to sea what was back here ("

He walks just behind you and you stiffen. You can feel his eyes lingering on you.  

"!t's mostly crates here s!r. Noth!ng too !nterest!ng"

Faster than you can register it, the hand not gripping his weapon quickly grabs your shoulder, turning you to face him. The points of his manicured claws dig into you. You keep your balance as best you can, but stumble a bit.

”) now, now. you're here too (,” he smiles at you cloyingly.

And just like that, he corrects your stance, getting way too into your personal space in the process. His grin remains shallow and doesn’t meet his eyes. It just isn't warm enough to distract from how cold his touch leaves you and in that moment, you have a realization.

So, you’re probably fucked.

He holds you for longer than is comfortable in what you’re guessing is a touchy little power play, before continuing to move past you, looking up and down the racks that surrounded you two. They were nearly as high as the ceilings and he was doing a pretty decent job of acting like he actually gives a shit about what's on the shelves. He moves by each of them methodically, occasionally picking something up like he was shopping before putting each back neatly into its place.

At least the crew coming in after to replace you isn’t going to have to reorganize anything after washing you off of the walls.

He keeps going and you know he doesn’t genuinely care about whatever soaps and meal packets are back here. You don’t either, not really. He isn't even going through the whole store room, just the area around you. It is almost like he i-.

Oh.  

He’s circling you.

Is this a fish joke? You feel like this is a fish joke he’s making for himself. Or is he just adding another layer to his touchy murder dude bit?

His voice snaps you out of your thoughts before you can really try to work out what his angle on this is. You really hope he didn’t notice you starting to zone out there for a bit.

“) it all just seems rather dull (,” he draws listlessly.

“Wh!ch part?”

He glances back at you. His smile begins to falter.

“Wh!ch part s!r?” You correct quickly.

He chuckles and turns his body to face you.

“) the whole thing (” He gestures away from himself, at your general surroundings. “) i mean here you are, trapped on a run down ship, doing menial tasks for the rest of your unfortunate life. truly, i don’t know how you can stand to be here. i mean, I’d rather die than work in a place like this (,” he looks at you intensely, his pupils seemed much more narrow now that they were completely focused on you. “) what about you? (”

Ah. Yeah. You see what he did there, but he isn’t exactly providing you with any revelations about your life and you don’t exactly think boredom is what’s going to cull you.

“! see !t more l!ke a flavor d!sk.”

Your response stops him and he looks at you strangely.

“Even when !ts bad !ts good," you elaborate.

His gaze becomes harsher for a moment, and then it’s gone.

“) that is a rather crude way of looking at it, i seappose(.”

Alright. No mentally stable person seriously uses the word “suppose” out loud. You wonder how you’re inevitably going to beef it. The spear thing would be involved. It would be really fucking weird if he carried it here just to not use it, but he seems extra enough that you would not put him bringing a long a prop past him.

He notices you looking at it and smirks at you.

") so (,” he recovers and ambles towards you, focusing his full attention on you again. His weapon no longer was resting against his shoulder. He held it against the ground and casually leaned against it like it wasn’t one of the most threatening tools of questionable identity and mass murder you had ever seen. “) what are you doing back here with all of these very uninteresting crates? (”

“! just thought ! forgot someth!ng !n here and stopped by to check. S!r”

“) without telling anyone? (”

“Yes, s!r.”

He chuckles, all too pleased, “) whale, that was a poor decision on your part. there is just so much here that if anything happened to you (,” he lowers his voice, like he was graciously letting you in on a joke, “) who knows how long it would take anyone to find out (.”

A beat of silences passes. You swallow, You know he feels the tension. He looks too excited not to.

“!, uh, maybe should have told someone ! where ! was go!ng !n case someth!ng happened.”

“) i agree (.” He straightens and picks up his weapon, spinning it with ease before he points it at you and slowly starts to bring the to your neck. “) unfortunately for you (,” he starts, “) no one knows you're here (.”

Even as you move your arms, he makes no move to stop you. He grins wider, more manic, looking excited at the idea of you actually trying to fight back.

Ha.

Sucks to be him because there is no fucking way that the last thing you do before you get culled is putting in some more effort to make this more enjoyable for the extra dude culling you.

Because if this guy's going to cull you, you're at least going to be the one making a request and try to have some fun here while you can. Because what is he going to do about it? You’re getting culled anyways, might as well, right?

The ridiculousness of it all makes you grin as you shrug at him. "Well, sh!t. Alr!ght."

This acceptance gives him pause as he tilts his head slightly, considering you. A crease forms between his brows and he tightens his grip on his weapon. ") w-"

You cut him off. You’re going to die so you think you get to be rude. Him being mad about it won’t really be your problem for long anyways.

"Can ! d!e !n a cool way though?"

") i-" he starts to lower his weapon, which you now think is a harpoon. Maybe? You don't know man. You don’t know anything about fish shit and you’re understanding less by the second.

You continue looking at him with the same resigned optimism that carried you through most of the bullshit you did. It got you this far. Which, granted, is probably getting culled by a bored sea dweller, but there are probably worse ways to go.

") wait (,” he says.

"Yeah?"

It isn't exactly like you're going anywhere. You know what to do with fear, being a rusty, you learn that shit real quick. But the look he is giving you now just makes you uncomfortable.

"What's up my guy?"

") aren't you going to fight back or somefin? ("

"Uh." You glance around the room full of mostly crates and his eyes follow yours as you search before you focus back on him, confused. "L!ke w!th a weapon?"

") yes? (" His smile tightens, seeming incredulous that you even asked.  

"Why would anyone g!ve me a weapon? ! mean, there m!ght be a broom somewhere. Actually wa!t, ! th!nk that got broken last w!pe. !t wasn't even me th!s t!me," you add with a side smile.  

He doesn't seem to know how to respond. Neither do you, so you do what you normally do when you don't know how to react.

You keep talking.

"! did troll karate for a l!ttle b!t when ! was f!ve, but !t was k!nda lame so ! stopped going. Does that uh,” you hazard, “w!ll that work for th!s?"

") no (." He narrows his eyes at you. ") plus, I know fish judo(."

Your jaw drops.

"What the fuck. F!sh judo !s real?"

") of course fish judo is reel (." He quickly spits, looking offended by your ignorance. ") do land dwellers just think that you can fight the same way underwater? ("

"! mean !'ve l!terally never thought about !t."

") i'm not surfrised ( ."

"Okay, but ! feel l!ke !f a land dweller !s !n a pos!t!on where they need to know f!sh judo, !t means they're going to lose at f!sh judo."

") i mean, i guess? (," he replies, baffled before quickly refocusing on you again. His sharp thing is pointed back at your throat as he slips back into his previous cool demeanor.

“) you do reelize the danger you’re in right? (”

Your eyes dart down to his weapon and then at him, now being the one confused.

“Um, yeah?”

Was the whole mood he had going on not an intentional thing on his part?

He stares at you. So you go on, listing things on your fingers as you go, trying not to focus on his questionable object with definite pointiness.

“So you got the whole class!c stalk and lurk th!ng so you could follow me somewhere ! would be alone where no one can hear me scream. !t’s pretty standard,” you emphasize.

You can’t read his expression.

“There was the whole slow dramat!c enter, nefar!ous d!alogue, and, uh," you glance down, "harpoon?”

“) harpoon (,” he repeats.

“That’s what ! thought !t was, but ! felt !t would be we!rd to ask.”

His mouth opens slightly and his fins flare out more, now openly seething.

“) do you know what i could do to you? ("

A lull drags on.

"Et!vor."

") what (."

"My name !s Et!vor." You continue, "! thought you were draw!ng out the you th!ng because !t's l!ke. We are a good b!t into th!s whole th!ng and !t's kinda awkward to ask for names now, so ! am just, you know, putt!ng !t out there."

He blinks. "I don't give a fuck about your name Etivor."

He still used it though.

Taking a very deep breath, he resumes. “) i am going to take immense pleasure in cutting your tongue out and slowly flaying you alive (”

He moves closer to you, slowly, predatory, circling you again. One of his icy hands brushes by your arm in a mockery of comfort as he continues to muse more to himself than you.

“) maybe I’ll slice off each of your joints, starting at the ends and slowly work my way to eventually gutting you. perhaps I’ll simply behead you. although, i think you’ve said enough to have earned far worse, don’t you think? (”

His face being this close to you is definitely starting to put you on edge more than what he is saying. But what’s really bothering you most of all is that one of those sounds a bit too familiar.

“Wa!t. That second on-”

“) you don’t get to fucking choose which one,” he hisses at you as his claws start to dig in to you.

“! wasn’t done. Damn.”

You’re honestly surprised he hasn’t just stabbed you from sheer frustration. It’s kinda funny. It would be way more funny if he wasn't going to cull you though, but you’ll take what you can get.

“!sn’t that second one from that one comedy with troll Tob!hn Bhelle?”

“) you’ve sean that? (” He raises his brows. “) no. i added a little twist with the gutting at the end instead of letting them bleed out (.” Almost hesitantly he asks, “) did you like it? because i thought they were trying too hard where they ha-.”

He catches himself and raises his weapon at you again, “) STOP. This is NOT what is taking place right now (.”

You narrow your eyes. He's the one who kept talking.

“Then !t !s from that mov!e. You can’t just say, no !t’s not and then be l!ke,” you motion with your hands, “but w!th a tw!st! You l!fted !t.”

He bemusedly stares at you.

“) are you purposefully trying to infuriate me? was your egg dropped? do you not understand what happens when you piss off royalty? (” He snidely adds, “) i am going to get so much satisfaction out of flaying you (.”

He is literally the one holding the weapon, and holding you hostage, and also did physically hold you a few times. What the fuck does he think you’re trying to get out of this?

“! have never purposefully done anyth!ng !n my ent!re l!fe dude. ! am not about to start mak!ng an effort just when !’m about to get culled,” you respond, surprisingly defensively.

Wait, this has gotten off of the fucking rails and you don’t know where you guys actually stand.

“You are going to cull me r!ght?”

“) well, uh. yeah (.” He’s tense and glances around the room, taken off guard by your question.

"Cool." You nod at him. Worth a try you guess.

His harpoon is less looking like a weapon to be used against you and more like a barrier to keep you away from him. Silence again draws on and he stares at you expectantly. You glance around. His frown gets deeper and he looks more frustrated as time goes on. You have no idea what he is waiting for.

You never thought being culled would be this fucking awkward. Guess the torture’s already started.

") aren't you going to plead for your life? (" he demands, bringing his harpoon closer as he does so.

You’ve never been great on the spot. You try to muster something decent up.

“Uh, don’t cull me?” You said it as lamely as you felt.

He looks at you blankly. “) are you getting off on this? (”

“Dude. No. Gross.” Your face twists. “!t’s just like. !’ve never pleaded for my l!fe before. !t !sn’t sh!t you really get to pract!ce and ! feel l!ke !t won’t actually matter since !’m getting culled anyways. So. Yeah.” You slowly nod to yourself before looking up at him.

He is still waiting. Goddamn it. You sigh.

“No. Please don’t cull me. !’ll do anyth!ng.”

While that covers all your bases, it came out a lot drier than you thought but you’re too over this shit to feel any kind of way about it.

"!s there any chance plead!ng would even work?"

His disappointment was broken by a sharp laugh, ") of course not (."

“Then what do you even want from me?” you ask, getting kinda exasperated at his apparent high standards and prereqs for the randos he culls. Like it is one thing to play some kind of sadistic game with your prey, that’s normal, whatever, but it is a whole other thing to get weird about them not being good at it.

"Why ask unless y-. Oh." Your face falls as you get bitch slapped with the realization of what is really happening here. "Oh fuck."

You step back.

Your fear has apparently slam dunked him right back in his comfort zone because his grin is back full throttle and wider and sharper than ever like he was making up for lost time. ") you finally understand the weight of the seatuation you're in? ("

He slinks towards you and you feel the edge of the blade graze your neck.

"Yep," avoid his gaze and swallow.

You were going to get culled in the weirdest way possible.

“) and what is that? (,” he asks lowly, getting right the fuck back into your personal space. His smile almost splits his face and you want to crawl out of your skin.

"Th!s !s l!ke. A th!ng. W!th you."

He lowers his harpoon again, looking completely done. “) what the fuck is THAT supposed to mean? (” You half expect him to throw it across the room or through your torso.

You can’t stop yourself from speaking now that you're actually nervous and stressed and he is yelling and also way too close to your person and his harpoon isn’t doing either of you any favors.

“You had the whole k!nda fl!rty touchy th!ng going on and then you got really p!ssy when ! d!dn’t f!ght back. And you also got super d!sappo!nted w!th my sh!tty plead!ng l!ke you were really look!ng forward to !t or someth!ng.”

“) i’m disappointed because this is the least satisfying cull of my life! (,” he hisses.

You visibly cringe at the word “satisfying” and take another step back from him. There is some fear there but mostly you’re just really fucking uncomfortable. Troll Jesus Christ this dude is into some shit and you are not playing into it.

He also takes a step back too, now into a defensive stance. ") what? it doesn't look like that! ("

You suck in air in through your teeth and are looking anywhere but at him as you reply, "!t k!nda looks l!ke that."

") oh my cod ("

He just slumps down, his harpoon clattering in front of him. His mouth is in a straight line and his head rests between his hands. You stand there, unsure for a moment, before slowly lowering yourself a decent distance away from him. You honestly thought that getting culled would be less uncomfortable than it was being here while he has whatever the fuck it is he has going on going on or at least uncomfortable in a different way.  

You continue trying to avoid looking at him. It’s kinda expected that a highblood was going to cull you at some point. That was just how it tended to go for rusties, but you could not have guessed this, and now just kinda want to get this whole getting murdered thing over with.

You try to give him a moment, glancing around the room, mentally taking inventory of everything there twice. The awkward silence is weighty and the longer it stretches on, the worse you are feeling about this whole fucking ordeal.

“Would cull!ng me help you uh, not be l!ke th!s?”

He gives you a dirty look.

You sigh, "!t's not l!ke anyone gets to th!nk that for long, !f !t helps.”

“) if it helps? ( ” He spat each word, getting louder as he went on. He whipped his head at you, indignantly, “) this is your fault! ("

"What?"

") getting culled is so fucking basic. how did you fuck that up? ("

You stare at him, trying to figure out how the fuck to even respond.

Slowly, in what might be one of the last things you do in your existence, you serve this royal what you are assuming is the stalest tea of his life in the form of the lukewarm take, “you know, be!ng bad at dy!ng !s a good th!ng actually.”

These are real words. These are real words that you are saying to the guy who was leaning way too hard into the thirsty part of bloodthirsty.

You continue. "L!ke you don’t get to pract!ce th!s. ! mean, do ! look l!ke someone who has been culled before? Because ! haven’t. Have you?" You add.

He looks like he is about to have a conniption or the sea dweller equivalent. Can sea dwellers have conniptions? Because this guy is about to have a big one.

") you did not just seariously just ask me if i've ever been culled before. that is the dumbest question anyone has ever asked me! (," he practically shrieks.

"Well you're acting like ! should just know th!s sh!t. We have the exact same amount of exper!ence gett!ng culled!"

“) whale i’ve never encountered any TROLL who is so miserable that they just accept getting culled from the fucking get go (.”

“!’m not m!serable! !’m real!st!c! ! don’t have a weapon, ! can’t fight for sh!t, f!sh judo !s apparently fuck!ng real, and plead!ng does noth!ng. !’m gonna end up at the same place no matter what ! do so why drag !t out? L!ke, come on.”

You slump against the wall, exhausted from this whole interaction. “!t wasn’t great, but ! don’t see much of a po!nt !n gett!ng so worked up about sh!t ! can’t control. ! just wanted to go out !n a cool way s!nce noth!ng ever fuck!ng happens here. The reason ! was even back here !n the f!rst place was to see !f ! had an update on a stup!d hexagonal d!sk ! ordered three months ago. But that sh!t !s apparently !n the vo!d," you gripe.

You pull out your palm husk and check again. Jack shit. You groan.

You’re surprised to hear him chuckle.

“) sucks to be you (.”

“Yeah." You shake your head. "And then a few seconds after ! found out, some guy showed up to cull me.”

He actually laughs. This is so fucking ridiculous so maybe that’s why you are too.

“) it’s a lot more fun to be doing the culling (.” He eyes you again and you don’t want to crawl out of your flesh this time, and you feel like that’s a real development here. “) you seam like you’d lose a fight (.”

An accurate assessment.

“Yeah. Troll karate didn’t do sh!t for me.” A beat passes. “Drones actually burnt !t down l!ke two w!pes after ! qu!t.”

He snickers and a moment passes.

“) one month for a disk? that is fucking bullshit (.”

“Three.”

“) fuck (," he raises his brows. Moderate inconvenience seems to repulse him more than anything you've said tonight. ") that sucks, i get my shit next night with cullazon prime (.”

"N!ce. !'d probably try that if ! had more than twenty seven whole caegars."

Broke bitch disorder also seems to do it for him in the humor department and the two of you continue chilling in silence. Less uncomfortable this time. You almost feel bad for thinking he was a sadistic creep.

He breaks the silence. “) give me your palm husk (."

“What?”

“) i don’t repeat myself (," he replies tersely, holding his hand out to you.

What the hell.

You type your code in and pass it to him. He glances at the massive crack on the center of your screen with disgust. He looks at you and shakes his head before he starts typing.

He didn't ask, but still, you answer. “! cracked !t do!ng a k!ckfl!p on a doll!e.”

He doesn't look up. ") you can't do a kickflip on a dollie (."

"Not w!thout a cost."

He spares you a side glance. ") why the fuck would you even do that? ("

"Because !t !s bor!ng as sh!t out here and there !s much better to do !n the ma!lblock."

He hums noncommittally.

"Were you just spaced?"

") and what if I was?(," he asks, a touch defensive.

"Noth!ng. ! was just wonder!ng !f !t sucks th!s bad at your level too?"

") of course not (," he snaps. ") do you genuinely believe anyone could be doing worse than you? ("

"Well yeah." You tap your sign. "But not by much."

He huffs and rolls his eyes before he looks out for a moment.

") i'm abshellutely krilling it out here (,” he states resolutely before continuing, “) but taking orders is a reel pain (.”

He sullenly joins you in leaning back against the wall.

Damn, This might just be the first time he's ever had anyone above him. Well, above him and specifically giving him orders you mean, judging by the way he is basically pouting over it. Everyone loses agency when they ascend. Guess it just sucks more when you have more to lose, not that you’d really know.

"!t doesn’t get better, but you do get used to !t," you say, not looking at him.

He glances at you, frowning deeper before exhaling.

You keep not looking at him when you ask, "So. Are you go!ng to cull me?"

") no. there is no salvaging that. you completely ruined it (." He replies bitterly while returning your palm husk.

The cullazon app has been downloaded and opened to an account page. You raise an eyebrow at him.

He announces, “) okay etivor, i shared my cullazon prime with you. you’re still going to be a sorry excuse for a troll, but you might get enough out of it that culling you acshelly becomes entertaining (.”

This is a joke. This has to be a joke.

“Thanks, but there !s l!terally no way for me to pay you back for anyth!ng ! buy on th!s.”

“) do i look like i need your fucking charity? (” he sneers.

He is actually serious about this. He looks too pissed not to be.

“Nope, you’re way too bl!nged out for that,” you grin. This dude is wild. “What’s your number?”

He looks at you suspiciously.

“!s th!s really where you’re gonna draw the l!ne? You gave me access to your Cullazon, but won’t g!ve me your number? Ser!ously?”

He doesn’t ask this time. He just swipes it out of your hands.

“) i am ievahn mordax, probably the best thing that has and will ever grace your miserable fucking life and i will brutally cull you if you mention any of this ever happened to anyone (.”

He hands it back, but still holds onto it. “) i’ve made myself clear? (”

“Yeah,” you nod and he finally lets go. This is way better than a shipping notification. 

Oh. 

You check the time.

"Fuck!" You leap to your feet and he quickly grabs his harpoon.

") what? (" he shouts.

"! was supposed to be here for l!ke a m!nute to check on the d!sk." You look at your palm husk again. It has been way more than a minute and you have the feeling someone definitely noticed by now. You completely forgot about having some work work to do considering you thought you were going to die. "Sh!t." You look at him again. "Do you have anywhere to be?"

") what? (" He squints.

“! mean you just had some free t!me and you seem bored and apparently don’t believe ! can do a k!ckfl!p on a doll!e. ! have to defend my good name. You get !t.”

“) what good name? (” he snickers. “) and if i did, why the fuck would i want to spend anymore time with you? (”

“Because you can’t make fun of my Cullazon orders !f my boss culls me for tard!ness. You be!ng around means she can’t say sh!t.”

He seems to consider, “) a compelling argument. and i do get to watch you maim yourself in the dumbest way possible which is a definite bonus (.”

You grin as you start walking. “Or have your pan be blown when you see what trollk!nd can really do when there is l!terally noth!ng else to do. !’m push!ng l!m!ts here !evahn.”

“) you’re pushing your luck (.” He leans his harpoon against himself as he follows.

“Maybe.” Quickly, you face him and add. “But ser!ously, be cool. !f my boss f!nds out about any of th!s, she w!ll absolutely cull me.”

“) she can’t cull you (,” he huffs. “) i already called dibs on that (.”

You grin returns.

“Damn. !’ll let her know.”

[i-dont-want-your-hysteria]

a message.

This whole post is full of things I’ve wanted to say for a very long time. So yes, this is going to be very long.

Before I begin, I just wanted to say I’m sorry to the innocent people who had nothing to do with this. I’ve never ever been involved with online/fandom drama before, I hate being in this position so fucking much with all my heart and soul, and I never thought in my whole life that I’d be in this position, either.

Secondly, this is about the DEF LEPPARD FANDOM ON TUMBLR. If you’re not part of this fandom, kindly fuck off :^) This is not about you.

This post explains why I feel this way. And to those innocent people who aren’t involved with this, I’m sincerely sorry if any of this has changed your opinions of me.

I’m in a mood and a half, so I’ll do my best to effectively tell everything from my perspective. Read if you want, but this is just what I’m thinking.

I’ve been running this blog for almost three years now. When I first joined this fandom on tumblr at the beginning of 2018, there wasn’t really a ‘fandom’ per se; all the main blogs were dead, no one ever really posted, and there wasn’t much content. I decided to start a DL blog of my own to vent my love into it and not spam my main account. 

Within a month, I could quickly see that some sort of renaissance was happening in this fandom; more blogs were popping up, more people were posting, and more people were just participating in general. There were memes now, there were conversations now- it was great! There was a real community; it was all about sharing information, spewing our love, getting creative, and interacting! 

There was integrity, and there was respect for the band as well as one another.

I, as part of this community, wanted to do everything in my physical power to contribute in any way I could. I was insanely active and hyper-productive and could not be stopped. I still haven’t stopped, but I certainly have slowed down significantly (due to lack of new activity from the band and increased mental health issues I won’t get into). I don’t want to be self-centered and say that I was “running” this branch of the fandom for the past 2.7 years, but I was certainly a big player in it, and I feel everyone agreed (and some still agree) with that as well.

There were some times where disagreements happened. There were times where many of us knew that someone else was crossing a line in a post. We knew what qualified as “not okay” in terms of being perverted and such. We’d solve this by not blaming, not hounding, not sending anon hate, not calling out, but by presenting facts, talking maturely, and trying to right the wrongs as maturely as we could.

Yes, it was possible. Was.

I don’t think you guys realize just how much content I’ve contributed to this fandom. I have spent basically every single day of the past 3-ish years trying to spread information/content/photos/videos/links/etc. to everyone who follows me (and everyone who doesn’t). This fandom was (and I cannot stress this enough), literally my entire life for the past 3 odd years, and I really wanted to spend the rest of my life contributing to it the way I’ve been.

I don't think anyone on here realizes everything that I have done for this community. Because of me:

this fandom has access to Animal Instinct for free

this fandom has access to the rare picture disc interview

this fandom has numerous scans of photos that may have not ended up online otherwise (I also paid $70 to have access to some of these. You're welcome.)

we have Fabulist Icons content

we have a decent amount of fanfiction that doesn't only focus on the boys banging each other/sex in general (seriously, this simply didn’t exist on here before I started posting my shit)

we have a little more fan art

we have content from Phil's and Ross's books

we have hundreds (yes, literally, HUNDREDS) of edits/moodboards/memes/etc. that I made myself

we have gifsets of things that no one else would have made

we have achieved justice a lot of the time when content was stolen because I have defended everyone without question/rallied up armies the second I heard it happened

some of you have gotten updates on news/facts/history/details/etc. that you’ve never even heard of

probably a shit ton more things, but that’s all I can think of for now. You get the point.

But that’s only half the story. This band and fandom has given me so much to cherish over the past few years.

Because of this fandom and the people (that were once) in it, I have:

met Rick in person

met, quite honestly, my two best friends ever, @ballistic-lipstick-dream-machine (my true Terror Twin) and @paper-sxn (adopted little sister/cousin)

became in contact with Phil's guitar tech from the mid-80s (Mike)

gained creative ambition to play guitar, create art, write stories, make edits/gifs, travel, and basically just better myself

began a record collection that is now in the hundreds and gained a lot of knowledge from it

discovered a whole new genre of music

found a community/culture where, for the very very first time in my life, I felt like I BELONGED.

fallen in love with something and someone for the first time

felt like I actually mattered to people, like I was actually important (because people would always come to me for information or help if they needed it)

basically impacted every corner of my life

just about a million other things, too, but I will be here all night if I try to list them all.

To put it delicately: Def Leppard and this fandom on tumblr absolutely changed my life, and was the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.

I have spread so much information around, you newer people wouldn't imagine. I have gathered and seen so much information, you wouldn't believe how much I know and how much I've learned. I have bounced back and forth between formats time after time again that I feel like I’m stuck in a time warp. I have edited so many things on non-professional programs that I am an MS paint expert. I have been here so long, that I’ve seen 98% of the people in this branch of the fandom rotate in and out at least two or three times. 

That being said, all of the toxic people in this fandom will most likely be gone within the next 6 months. 

Def Leppard has taught me so much, but a big thing was love and loyalty. It's clear that the majority of people in this fandom (read my lips- I am N O T saying anyone’s names. I mean that.) do not know the meanings of either of these words. I've been practically running this fandom on Tumblr for nearly three years now, you’ve seen all that I’ve done for you, and what have I gotten in return?

Slander, cyberbullying, disrespect, consistently stolen content, etc. That’s what I’ve gotten. I’ve never attacked anyone on here, and that is still something I won’t do.

Yes, I am against slash fic, and I can’t believe that THAT’S the only reason why I’m being torn down like this. Something so dumb and immature as that has torn my beloved community in half. I have never attacked ANYONE for writing slash fic, yet I’ve been getting attacked since August (it is November now) for simply believing it is wrong to openly admit you want the boys to fuck each other.

(I’d also like to point out that someone from the KISS fandom ((god knows why)) had the balls to call me “homophobic” for hating slashfic. I can’t even begin to explain how much I laughed at that.)

I just wanna say that these are REAL people you’re writing about, you know. Don’t you think THEY would be against it? I know I cannot stop anyone from writing slash (I’ve said that before, but no one seems to remember it). I don’t think any of you realize that there is a certain line you shouldn’t cross when it comes to the internet, and being perverted in such an explicit and disrespectful way is one of them. We always had integrity in this fandom, and slash was never part of something we stood for. We knew when to stop, and we kept the slash on rockfic.com (where it belongs imo. That’s like their element).

I was very confused when more slash fics started appearing on tumblr this year. Now, it seems like that’s all there is, and I’m disgusted.

Whenever something close to that happened in 2018, everyone would be totally against it, and we’d talk it out and explain. While we all had our fair share of horny (and maybe then some) in this fandom, but we always knew where to draw the line. That was the line. That line doesn’t exist anymore, apparently, and nobody knows how to be mature and respectful to the band, to each other, and just for fuck’s sake. Now, I’m being slammed that being perverted for them fucking their best friends is “just fandom, bitch” and “the norm” and that it’s done “out of respect”, which I will never understand. You can’t use “slash” and “respectful” in the same sentence, and you can’t change my mind, but I know I can’t change yours, either. 

Slash is not, nor will it ever be, respectful. This fandom has become toxic.

Fanfiction is an outlet for creativity to be used for fun, not to be used as an excuse to project your sexually perverted sexuality headcannons/fetishes onto innocent, REAL, LIVE people. If all you write/read is them having sex with each other, then it really makes you wonder if it’s about “respect” anymore, doesn’t it?

In my opinion it’s fucked up that it’s “normal” and “just part of fandom” to create sexualities for- again- REAL, LIVE PEOPLE, and it’s everyone’s first instinct to argue that it’s fine, apparently? If you “respect” your idols so much like you claim you do, then why don’t you maybe respect their actual orientations instead of creating masturbation material for random 12 year olds and boomers, perhaps?

I don’t know what I did that was so fucking wrong in your eyes, as I’ve always tried to keep integrity in this area of tumblr. 

I'm very deeply hurt, more than I've ever been by this. It physically hurts me to admit that this fandom has become as toxic as it currently is. I don’t feel welcome here anymore at all, despite practically running things on here for so long.

I don’t know how I could ever live without this fandom, but now it looks like I’m going to have to try, or at least try and rebuild it on my own (again). I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop posting about Def Leppard, and after all, I only started posting about them for myself to begin with.

We were supposed to be the good fandom, the happy fandom, the fandom with no drama. I am ashamed to be associated with you now. I tried to stop it as best as I could, and hoped people would back me up, but I’ve received nothing but hate for simply trying to preserve some dignity.

You guys have been immature to say the least, and I find it very hard to believe that some of you are legal adults (but let’s be honest; most of you toxic people are probably too young to even be behind a computer, anyway). 

I’ve had to block some people that I really didn’t want to, but the deed is done. Keep your slash to yourself, tag it, do a read more, post it somewhere else, even- that’s how you co-exist. Just don’t come after me because I think it’s wrong. I never came after anyone specifically like that.

This isn’t goodbye, but I certainly am leaving for a while. I hope I got my point, my history, and my perspective across.

And I hope you’re fucking happy, because you’ve destroyed something I loved.

-Rachel

[incorrect-marauders]

THE OWLS ARE IN! IT’S TIME FOR THE SURVEY RESULTS!

So, as many of our followers are probably aware, we recently did a survey to get a feel of what people thought of our blog. We got a total of 57 results and we are grateful to each and every one of you for taking the time to let us know your thoughts. Now, we’re here to share the general consensus of what people thought and how we will accommodate these opinions.

We’ll definitely have some changes to the blog, so read on to see what those changes are!

Before we begin, we have a few things to briefly mention.

The results are pretty scattered. We didn’t want to restrict anyone, so most were free response or included “Other”. In hindsight, there were a few questions that could have easily been multiple choice without really restricting anyone. (Side eyes the first question.) Therefore, most of these will just summarize the results we got. Occasionally drop the graph for the multiple choice questions.

Because of the large amount of responses we got, not every answer will be listed here. We highlighted the things that were either most commonly mentioned or had us thinking the most.

If anyone would like to see the full results for some reason (par the names, to keep anonymity), feel free to email us at incorrectmarauders.tumblr@gmail.com and we’ll send it over!

And yes, we are making changes to accommodate these results! That’s what this survey was all about!

We’ll be opening applications for new mods within the next couple days as well.

We’ll have a tiny hiatus as all of this is going on.

Now, we begin...

How long have you been following incorrect-marauders?

The most popular answer seemed to be around 2 months or 10 months. A lot of people filling out this survey seemed to either be relatively new or here since the beginning. Kudos to you incorrect-marauders veterans, and welcome newer followers!

How did you find incorrect-marauders?

Somewhat as we expected. Keep reblogging us, lovely people!

What do you love MOST about incorrect-marauders?

"It's funny.” (x50)

No really, we got 50 variations of “It’s funny,” “It’s hilarious,” “The humour,” “The funny text posts.”

Thanks, we appreciate it!

“How weirdly in character the quotes always are.”

(Similar variations include, “How actually accurate your post are,” “That not every post is as funny, imho, but that they do keep true to the characters,” “How much they fit the characters.”)

“They offer new content to the Marauders 'franchise' as it were because some stuff within the fandom is constantly being reused.”

“How correct it actually is if Joanne made it canon.”

“McGonagall with the marauders and that the sources are listed.”

“Accurate representation, variety of ships and relationships, isnt toxic.”

“Very funny and can be great art/writing prompts.”

“The taste.”

“EVERYTHING.”

These are all very nice, thank you all. Glad we hit where we were aiming.

What do you love LEAST about incorrect-marauders?

The most common response was, “Nothing,” or a variation thereof, but that’s no fun for this question, so here are some of the legitimate criticisms we received!

“Quote sources, I think, occasionally aren't there.”

Our original quotes often don’t have sources. But if there’s one where a mod forgot to credit a source, please just message us and one of the admins will fix that!

“There isn't a particularly nice aesthetic to the blog, e.g. a matching layout and profile picture or quote.”

Yeah, we’re working to fix that. I like pretty blogs too.

“Could be updated a little more.”

(”Not much posting in my opinion,” “Long time between posts.”)

Strangely enough, we got this a few times but our later poll about how often to post were contradicting this. So, unfortunately, we will not be adjusting this.

“I mean I would say that Peter is on it, but can’t really get rid of him...”

(Got a few of these, like, ”Peter being seen as a good person.”)

Sorry!

“Some are a bit too small.”

“I don’t like the long quotes.”

Well, then.

“Seeing my #notp but that isnt rly a minus?? Its called diversity so im not gonna hate or anything.”

Thank you for appreciating the diversity. We get occasional hate over it, but we also get hate over not posting some of the other ships. I suppose that’s what happens when you have lots of different followers of different opinions.

“If I send you a text post you credit the source in # but i'd like you to include a link to my tumblr in the post itself so people would actually find my tumblr. I doent send you text posts anymore, cause it doesn't really profit me and it feels like you get credit for my work.”

We’re sorry you feel that way. We always put it in the tags, just in front of the source. We are more of a mod-based blog rather than a submission-based blog. Anyone is welcome to submit, but about 98% of our posts are created by our mods.

“Sometimes I feel like the wrong characters were chosen or not well thought out.”

We can assure you our mods put a lot of thought into what characters to use, but you are welcome to message us with your own suggestion! (But please note that we are a Marauders blog; we got a few comments about how we don’t post enough Hinny or Romione, but that’s not what our blog is about.)

What makes incorrect-marauders stand out?

Once again, we got a lot about how funny we are, so we’ll skip over those and highlight the more unique answers!

"They don't use things from other people without credit.”

“The love and attention put in to everything.”

“Don't think there are any other blogs about marauders in this style.”

(We got this a few times. ”Like the type of blog and incorrect-marauders was the first one Harry potter themed I found,” also, “Its really funny and pretty much the only blog that just does this kind of post and i LOVE it.” But alternatively... “There are a lot of textpost blogs like it, but it is one of the only ones that I have found that consistently keeps characters in character in the posts and appeals to my sense of humor.”)

“I feel the quotes are in character and from multiple sources which Is cool.“

“How open it is.”

“The continuous content.”

“The posts arent so often that my dash is spammed like other blogs of the same nature.”

“Not sure but I like you.”

Not much to comment on these except we’re happy to see people think this about us!

How satisfied are you with the blog and the posts, in all?

So, you’re telling me, we opened a public, anonymous survey and not a single hater filled it out? Am I impressed or disappointed?

Please explain your response to the previous question.

“I just love the whole blog.”

“It's not my favourite blog ever ever which is why it's not a 10 but i still love it.”

“You guys are just so awesome! But it'd also be cool to have a little, meet the creator(s).”

“Its good but I don't have or want notifications on.”

“It’s the #qualitycontent i signed up for.”

"Always room for improvement, and also there's no 9 3/4 option.”

Awesome! We definitely agree that we can always improve, which is what this survey is for!

How often should we post?

We got a lot of variety here. Some say once a day (which is how often we currently post) was ideal. Others put stuff like...

“I wouldnt mind my entire blog just being filled with your posts.”

While Once A Day is the most voted for, the rest of the options put together, which we’ll name Two or More Times a Day, do win overall. Since we have one new post followed by a reblog, we’ll compromise by posting two times a day, but with one new post a day (the second being a reblog).

In UTC, what times do you prefer us posting?

As expected, not many people cared. But two people felt very strongly and voted for 12am, 1am, and 6pm UTC. So, we’ll consider that.

What characters, relationships, universes, etc. would you like to see more represented in our posts?

We got a lot of responses here, primarily being more Wolfstar, Jily, and BFFs James and Sirius. We also got a lot saying we should post about Hinny, Romione, next gen, FBAWTFT, etc. in which I remind you that this is a Marauders blog.

We also got the hilarious response that said we should maybe post about the “merauders”. Well, we can certainly promise you that.

We also got a lot of people saying more McGonagall. That’s something we can definitely do.

Would you like to see more original quotes from us?

For the longest time, the option 50/50 was at exactly 50%. Kind of disappointed that is no longer, but the 25% option is at 25%, so that’s something. Anyway, we’ll aim for 50/50.

What else would you like to see us post?

This was one of the results that will make the biggest change to the blog. People seem to really love these ideas. So expect...

Marauder Mondays! Every Monday we’ll have Marauder Monday, where we’ll answer asks, reblog posts, and have a party! Probably when we’ll post the “extra” posts, like our GIFs, graphics, aesthetics, videos, etc.

How would you feel if we did sponsored posts?

Combined, it seems like ~75% of those who took the survey are good with sponsored posts.

These results honestly surprised us. We’ve gotten a lot of offers of sponsorships in the past but have always denied them because we didn’t know how our followers would feel. We probably won’t do this in the near future, but it’s an option.

What kind of projects would you like to see us host?

We got so many people suggesting merch. Shirts, stickers, pins, other merch... So we’ll keep that in mind! We’d love some Marauders shirts ourselves.

“Projects that other blogs can get involved with to help other accounts grow.”

Noted!

“An art challenge maybe? like, 30 day challenge where you have to draw them as characters from movies/tv shows? like, friends, clueless, avengers, dc characters etc.“

Definitely interesting. Art challenges would be a lot of fun. Hopefully there’s an interest for this!

Which of our other accounts do you follow/would like to follow?

We’ll look into bringing on people to regularly post on other sites.

What device do you use to browse our blog most often (whether through Tumblr or our site)?

Why are we bothering with a redesign again? Oh, right. Personal vain.

How often do you visit the blogsite?

Those numbers are higher than expected...

What kind of things would you like to find on our blogsite?

“Character aesthetics.”

“Fanfiction links.”

“Marauders fan art would be cool.“

We’ll be working on this! Thank you for the suggestions!

More meet the creator(s) (if not comfortable with should, maybe just telling a funny story)

We got a lot of people saying they’d like to know more about us. We are anonymous, but this particular comment had us thinking. We’ll be implementing something in the near future. We will still remain anonymous, but we will have “blog identifies”, I suppose you could say. More info to come!

Other than show, character, and ship lists, what would you like to see in our navigation?

We didn’t get many new suggestions for this, except for fanart, aesthetics, etc. which we will add as more people join the blog!

Do you have any additional suggestions for us?

"Maybe find a blog that could do fan art, but only if you’re comfortable with it. Also, you’re blog is already so amazing, and any redesign would just make it more awesome!!! Don’t let anyone get you down espically if some one puts something negative on the survey because it is so so great already.”

We got no negative feedback (just constructive criticism), but thank you for your concern!

“um. keep doing this. i like it. it helps fill the gaping void in my soul“

Mood.

“Thanks for making the survey, caring about our feedback, and being awesome overall :)”

Of course! This is not just our blog, this is the Marauders fandom blog. Your feedback means everything to us and we hope you will like the changes we’ll make in response to it.

And that covers all of it! Cookies to anyone who read all of that! Keep an eye out for those new mod applications if you’re interested in joining our team!

We’ll be taking a tiny little hiatus as we’re figuring some stuff out.

[heavenlyexiled]

                                   britt’s long ass cheesy thank you post.

                                             200 FOLLOWERS! ! ! ! 

it’s been a wild couple of years to get this far. and i’m just, so grateful to have you all here. i know i post a lot ooc and it’s kinda spamming the dash most of the time, i apologize for that. i try not to be annoying, i just get so excited over things or want to apologize for lack of threads & shit. it’s weird, i’m weird and idk why you’re all still here.

i never really? expected to get this far? like, it’s crazy to think 200 of you follow me. ALTHOUGH. HALF OF THAT IS PORN BOTS. yeah, i see you bitches. y’all mvps because for some unknown reason you don’t unfollow. but i mean hey, welcome. mvps right there. HHJDGHHJFSGHHK

granted, the count goes from 200 to 199 which y’know. i don’t mind. y’all do you! but aNYWAY! thank you guys for following me. i’m so sorry that i don’t? interact with half of you. i want to so bad i just get so anxious but i’m trying to do better at reaching out! i love all of you and never expected so many of you to really? be down to interact with elizabeth! when i made her, i didn’t really think anyone would want to write with me because of how... “different” her story was. i was scared about having an oc tbh. i know some people don’t enjoy ocs, which si fine, their choice! respected! but i never thought i’d have this many followers who are CHILL AFFFFF!! ! ! ! i’ve thought about deleting elizabeth and to stop roleplaying all together but THANK GOD I DIDN’T!!! i’ve made some amazing friends here, people who are just overall sweethearts and make me smile whenever i see them on my dash!!! now it’s time for me to fuckin smother these kermits with L O V E! ! ! 

@antibuttons - OF COURSE PAIGE IS FIRST. paige, my love, my wife. MY BEST FRIEND!!! i don’t even know how long we’ve been friends now. but you can literally make me smile any fucking day. we’re on like some same fucking brain level shit. it’s terrifying how we’re in each other’s heads almost every time we talk. GET OUT! ! ! ! !  you help instill confidence in myself and my characters / portrayal of characters whenever i get so insecure i cry to u about it! !  !! i think you’re the only person I KNOW FOR A FACT won’t get annoyed by me and that i can talk about our characters with. like it doesn’t scare me to talk about it with you. other people? FUCKING TERRIFIED ! ! ! !  you’ve been here from day one of elizabeth’s blog. we met on my ellie ( from tlou ) blog and JUST BECAME BEST FRIENDS SO F A S T ! ! ! it’s crazy! and even though you hate asking me to do icons for you / draw things for you. I WILL STILL DO IT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU AND YOU DESERVE THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD!  !! ! 

@rabbitsolver - MY OTHER W I F E ! !  ! ! ! you’ve also been around in the early days of liz back with her outlast verse! the outlast fandom really being the first fandom to actually welcome liz so openly! you welcomed her with arms wide and I FUCKIG LOVE YOU! i apologize for distancing myself from u, i just get anxious and unsure when to message you / what to talk about! BUT YOU. ARE. AN. ABSOLUTE. FUCKING. ANGEL AND I WOULD KILL 500000 PEOPLE FOR YOU!!!! you’ve been so kind to me and have made me laugh so many times i HAVE SCREENSHOTS TO REMEMBER WHAT MAKES ME LAUGH JHSDHJFSJHHDGHHFD

@ennobledsinner -  Z A A A A F F F  F F F ! ! !  ! sorry if u didnt wanna be tagged in this, too late ur in it, beech. HFHGDHKFGKH I LOVE YOU! we only met this year and i think like?? a month agao?? CANT REMEMBER TBH but i know we haven’t known each other long, but i’d actually take the blame if u murder someone. im r e a d y. you are like??? the tru mvp here. you send in memes and like, i knwo it takes me 84 years to actually fcukin write them but YOU’RE NOT AFRAID TO KICK MY DOORS DOWN WITH THEM! and! you’re so open and willing to ship with liz! i never really get the chance to ship with ehr because i don’t want people to feel uncomfortable ;;;; i got like paige and a few other  people for liz having a romantic ship with muses  but not a lot! and i’m always so scared to ask! but you wERE SO WILLING AND DOWN AND I ACTUALLY CRY WHENEVER I THINK ABOUT IT! you’re so sweet and your writing is something that i genuinely haven’t seen much of, style-wise i mean! it’s so good and like reading a book! detailed and written more like a drabble between two muses and like!?!?! IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL! i’m crying. you’re so sweet and genuine and like i’m very grateful for you sticking around uwu, i hope our friendship continues to grow BC LIKE!?!?!? I L O V E Y O U ! ! ! !  SO MUCH!!!

there’s so many more of you guys to thank, i don’t want to spam y’all however, so just please know that all of you mean so much to me. i’m very awkward with my words but just understand that even if i didnt write soemthing its bc i’m also very tired and want to get this out before i got back down to 199 again JHDFSHJGDH BUT I DO APPRECIATE SO MANY OF YOU! this is such an unorganized fucking thank you post. BUT!

thank you for 200 followers!

[kachulein]

Ah your bias is minghao too? 💜I am new to seventeen, maybe show me and your followers your fave minghao pics? 💖

Yes, indeed. He is one of my top biases and such a precious bean that I love. And I'll gladly show you (and everyone else who's interested) my favourite Hao pics!^-^💖 (beware: many pics ahead)

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Let's start off simple; his black hair. I loved, loved, loved it sooo much. I've been biasing Hao since summer 2016 and I've always wondered if he ever dyes his hair black. One day in early 2018 I was like "if Minghao ever dyes his hair black, he'll be the death of me." And funnily enough, not long after, I woke up one morning to airport pics of him with black hair. Here's some of my favourite black hair!Hao looks.

When talking about his black hair, I definitely cannot miss him in Call Call Call MV. Not only is the song a whole bop and I love the MV aesthetic, Minghao was also slaying the biker look and making me weak (black hair, leather & jeans jackets are some things that make me weak, so thanks a lot Hao✊😪🔥).

Another era I loved was Thanks, because I was honestly living for his mullet and his hair looked so fluffy, which I loved a lot. He's so beautiful!! I want to run my hands through his hair and btw, I even made a drawing of the bottom right pic in the left collage because I loved the look so much. :')

I'm a bit biased because holy moly, the Diamond Edge world tour in 2017 served us some of my favourite Hao looks ever.😭🤧 Let us start with Minghao showing his beautiful forehead and the bottom middle pic that is just so iconic and pretty.

Then look at all those pics of him in a tank top and a bandana. Have I mentioned that I am also weak for tank tops and bandanas? Because I am✊🤧

I have so many Diamond Edge photos saved of Minghao, therefore I couldn't decide which ones to show. :') I hope you don't mind the spam.

Another Diamond Edge look I loved was him in his torn sweater, that was such a rude look but he still looked so ethereal and just ??? heavenly tbh🤧

Jesus, I'm weak

Then there's also some pics I loved seeing, which are him with brown fluffy hair. When I saw these airport pics I probably stared at them for ages because he looks so beautiful when he pushes his hair back. And the other two in the middle are so cute and precious and I just want to cuddle him.

Also, he's such a fashionista with his 8fashion~

And last but not least, some more looks I loved. The silver/white hair colour in early 2017(? I think) was so iconic same as the red one (my dumbass hasn't included a pic of that I'm sorry ;-;). Then the brown-haired pic was during Don't Wanna Cry era when he exposed his tattoo and this is one of my favourite pics.

I even included some blonde!Hao from teen,age era even though I normally don't like blonde hair but he pulls it off so beautifully. And then the bottom two pics are just so cute and pretty and I had the left one as my wallpaper for months :')

[ diclaimer: none of the pictures belong to me. Credit goes to the rightful owners. ]

[erenthecoordinate]

I would like to say that this is only my opinion and I don't claim to know the absolute truth. Plus, like many discussions around this topic, this is based on some assumptions but the truth is we don't enough to really tell what's going on yet. That said, I have a suggestion that I think may have been more efficient. I think we can all agree that Paradis seems to have some "outside supporters". With all the foreshadowing, my bet is on Hizuru. Now let's take a look at the state of the ... 1/?

world before what happened in that festival. We can all agree that at the moment, all the hands of the world were at the throat of Marley. Marley was the number 1 world ennemy. Not Paradis. Knowing that Paradis have supporters that may allow them to speak to the world through them, for me the most efficient way for Paradis to enter on the scene was doing to Marley what Willy did to Paradis during the festival. That shows the world the threat Marley poses to the whole world. 

While Willy’s objective with the festival was to make the world sympathize with the Eldians from the continent, by showing that they, too, are considered ennemies and are victims of the Paradisian Devils just like the rest of the world, Paradis could have shown that they too are victims of Marley just like the rest of the world and bring sympathy which could facilitate the discussion later on. You could argue that it wouldn’t have been possible without a worldwide recognized figure like Willy, that’s where their supporters and (probably) the Azumabito family would have come into play (given the Azumabito does actually have a good reputation like Willy, which we don’t know for now).

They could also have told everything about Marley’s plan to recover the founding titan to solidify their place as the world’s greatest power which could even convince the rest of the world to indirectly protect Paradis by not allowing Marley to invade the island. 

That’s why I think that it may have been more efficient than attacking at the festival to try to paralyze Marley by killing the high military officers (which was actually all planned by Magath, so I think he already had planned everything so the Marley’s military wouldn’t stay beheaded for too long) and getting the whole world at their throats by doing so (which as I said wasn’t originaly the case, since they were at Marley’s throats).

You could argue that even without Eren attacking the world would have sided with Marley, seeing as how they were crying during his speech. The thing is, Willy is a good actor, narrator and director so you could say they were caught in the play and weren’t thinking straight. But the people we see crying are mainly Willy’s fanclub that we see in chapter 98. We even see other people that don’t seem to be that supportive of Willy’s speech. And plus, even if they, ambassadors and journalists were conquered by Willy’s speech it doesn’t mean the rest of the world would have bought into it, considering Willy just revealed his family were actually imposters.

That’s all I have to say, didn’t expect to write that much, sorry for the spam ! ^^ Again, all of this is mere speculation and is based upon a lot of assumptions and there’s no telling if it would have been possible until we know WTF is going on with Paradis.

Also sorry for the maybe simple phrasing I’m not good writing good-looking sentences in English ^^’

Don’t worry about your English, I understood your point clearly!

The idea of Paradis contacting Marley’s enemies to ally with them is based on the assumption that those nations don’t already dislike Paradis more than Marley, even if they did share a common enemy.  It’s true that at time of war, swearing allegiance to another country is a good strategy to create a loyal defense against an attacking enemy.  People of different areas flocking to your side is one of the strongest weapons, if not the strongest. 

And admittedly, before Willy even proposed a show, I believed that Paradis was able to contact certain countries that they felt were the most angry with Marley to side with them, particularly the Middle East nation that had just been defeated.  And you can assume that Kiyomi of Hizuro is a suspicious character against Marley’s treatment of Eldians, maybe even aligning with them, and likely due to historical ties.  She prides her people of being loyal to their allies after all, so it is a common theory.  And I still believe this to be true, despite the reaction from other nations.

It’s interesting because Udo brings up the reputation Marley has among other countries directs a sword at them as well.  To hate Marley was to hate Eldians tenfold.  So mainland Eldians already had the disadvantage of their entire race being seen as filthy devils; it would be a difficult position for those in Paradis to convince Marley’s rivals to become their allies- though still not impossible, given Marley has more enemies than supporters.

We also have to consider that a majority of people on Paradis lived their whole lives not knowing about the outside world, so it isn’t like they have much of a history to refer when choosing allies.  They could have recovered a map on those Marley ships for location assistance, but there is no way of knowing if any of those were enemies of Marley.  As far as Paradisians knew, the whole world was against them.

That said, I do believe that with a month of surveillance in Marley territory, the Survey Corps could have gained intel that Marleyans had more enemies than they anticipated.  Problem is that a month isn’t a whole lot of time to gather up a lot of people.  I’m sure they are actually working with groups from other nations, otherwise their knowledge of the situation would be too limited to stage a proper attack (though the Corps are known for taking BIG risks ALL the time).

We can disregard Willy’s speech happening because world leaders would not have known the Tybur family secret until the play itself, which declared war in the same swoop.  They would have agreed with his proposal way before Paradis would have been lent the chance to offer loyalty.

So I have to show sympathies to Paradis because while entrusting the chance that other countries may take their side, they truly are at risk of being denied and killed without talk.  That chance may even if more risky than planning an on-site attack, whereas in that case they are more confident in their abilities to fight rather than persuade (although, like I said, I am sure they were to gather at least one ally).  Even Marleyan enemies are against those in Paradis and if the Eldians outside point their blade to their own people, then it just sends a message out to the world that Paradis are factually terrible and dangerous demons.  It’s quite unfair considering the world likely does not know that Paradis is fighting a defensive battle with no other intent except restoring their freedom and getting rid of the obstacle that stands in their way; it’s not like they are fighting for territory or resources. 

And after all, even if Eren did not attack the city directly, a war was inevitably going to happen (Marley even planned it for post-festival!!).  Innocent people like child soldiers and other Eldians would still be killed, made into bombs, made into death fodder.  The disadvantage would be the Warhammer Titan likely not showing herself, in which case, I think this was the only sure-fire way to draw her in, and even if they believed in the chance Willy was the inheritor, it’s clear by Eren eating him that they needed that titan for…something yet to be told.  They more than likely did not want to chance the Tybur Family not showing up to fight on the frontlines.  It’s clear that Eren focusing his attack on military officials and the Tyburs they wanted to dismantle main threats; sadly, innocent lives were to die either way, and I think that’s the tragedy that had at least Eren solemn and melancholic prior and during his meeting with Reiner, and no doubt most if not all of the Survey Corps.

War certainly doesn’t solve everything and promotes a cycle of violence- only peace can bring peace- but you need two parties to consent to that peace, to which sometimes only fighting can finish conflict.  I think that is something we have to think about when it comes to the conclusive moral of the story.  It’s a difficult thing to analyze with not a whole lot of context, especially for pacifist readers that want to support the story’s heroes because this doesn’t quite make them seem like heroes at all.  But this arc is stored with a lot of reality, themes of regretting the past and moving onward, relation to different people, and sacrifice of not only other people but of yourself in order to achieve a goal, the latter a theme that has rung true with many major characters whether they fight for their dreams, humanity, their loved ones, power, etc.

Thank you for your thoughts!

[lhugbereth]

Ah hi i was that anon that send u the iceskaterau and omg thank u!(u might have noticed, but i usually send prompts ending with 3 pervyemojis(ﾟωﾟ)srry if i spam u sometimes and thank you for answering every one!)（╹◡╹）and i got a lot more ideas! They invite eachother to watch their contests. Some people foundout about them, they made it to the headlines: love on ice. Gladio getting jealous of Prompto skating partner.Gladio teaching Prompto hockey but he somehow made it look elegant while doing it

Pervyemoji Anon, I love all of your sweet ideas! Thank you for starting this whole hockey/skater AU idea

Cheesy Cheese under the cut!! v v v

- Gladio isn’t really sure what he should call Prompto. He thinks they’re “seeing each other,” which to him means they sleep over at each other’s places a lot, have a lot of really, really good sex, and watch each other’s games/competitions when they can. Yet he also knows there’s more to it than that. There’s the texting, late at night and early in the morning. The smiles and the meaningful glances, the lightness he feels in his chest when they kiss. Not to mention going out for coffee, movies-and-chill nights (which actually sometimes involve just chilling together), and all the little things in between that make him wonder how he ended up falling so hard, so fast.

- He’s hesitant to use the word “love.” That word only ever gets people in trouble.

- But when he walks into the rink one day to see Prompto already on the ice, his hands around the waist of a beautiful young woman as they skate together in perfect unison, Gladio doesn’t know how else to explain the sudden and overwhelming pang of jealousy. It’s all he can do to keep from rushing into the rink and pulling them apart.

- Instead, he settles for skating out toward them with his hands in his pocket and his mouth set in a frown. “Hey,” he says flatly, looking from the girl to Prompto and back again.

- The pair skate to a stop. Prompto flashes him an oblivious smile. “Gladdy! You were late this morning, so Luna and I got started without you.”

- Luna?

- The young woman smiles as she holds out her hand to him. “Lunafreya Nox Fleuret. You must be the special friend Prom keeps telling me stories about.” From the way she’s smiling at him, lips curved at the corners in amusement, it’s clear that Prompto’s been telling her a lot more than just stories.

- “I’m Gladio, yeah. Did I miss something here?”

- “Oh, Luna’s in town to watch the competition this week. Her brother’s back in the men’s solo cup this season since he got banned from...pair skate….” Prompto flushes, glancing quickly at Luna as if worried he’s said too much. But she’s still busy appraising Gladio and doesn’t seem too bothered by it. “We were doing some warm ups while we waited for you.”

- Gladio grunts. He’s still caught up in the shock of having walked in on them, of having seen Prom’s hands on someone else, and even though he knows it’s stupid, he can’t shake the feeling of jealousy.

- Luckily for him, Luna seems to read his tight frown. She excuses herself, skating to the other end of the rink to practice jumps while giving the two men some privacy. Prompto quickly takes over, his eyes and smile bright as he draws up Gladio’s hands in his and begins to pull him across the ice. “Luna’s probably the best skater in Tenebrae,” he explains while they move together, starting with their footwork routine. “She and her brother won gold in the pair skate Gran Prix last year, but…. Ravus got in trouble.”

- From what Gladio knows of Tenebraens (which comes from his games against their hockey team, the Oracles), that surprises him. Despite a little elitism, they’re usually known for their exceptionally good sportsmanship. “What’d he do?”

- Prompto flushes again, but his smirk speaks volumes. “He fucked one of the judges during the finals.”

- Gladio snorts. As they skate together, hand in hand and with Prompto’s smile on him, his mood gradually improves. They do some drills, some speed runs, and Gladio shows off just how much better he’s gotten at graceful stops. Prompto smiles and praises him, catches up behind him and wraps his arms around his solid waist in the same manner he'd been holding Luna when he arrived. "I'd love to really skate with you one day," he says against his neck.

- Gladio feels it again, that lightness in his chest, and despite Prompto being a good head shorter, he leans back against his frame. "If you've got the patience to teach me."

- Lips against the rough-shaven line of his jaw finally bring out his smile. "Only if you've got the time to learn."

- Gladio thinks that yeah, he's got all the time in the world for Prom.

- A sudden flash of light and the rapid click of a camera shutter startle them both out of the moment. They turn in time to see two figures, one tall and lean, the other short and portly, making a run for the exit. Luna is already shouting after them, her skates flying off at the edge of the rink as she starts to give chase.

- "Gladio, who was -- ?!"

- He doesn't hear the rest. Putting all his years of endurance and stamina training to the test, Gladio hops the side of the rink and goes barreling after the cameramen. His skates are going to be ruined, he can hear the metal scraping on the concrete floor as each foot comes down, but in the end it's all for nothing. He and Luna lose sight of the men in the parking lot out back.

- Prompto comes racing out a moment later. Gladio is sitting on the ground, swearing darkly as he tugs his skates off his feet, and Luna looks like she's going to cry. "Who the fuck were they?"

- "I'm so sorry, Prompto," Luna says softly. She reaches for him, catches sight of Gladio’s feral glare, and shrinks back. "Ever since the thing with Ravus… They've been following us. I didn’t imagine they'd be here in Insomnia, too, but…."

- Paparazzi. Gladio knows all about them. About how they once hounded his father after another player had been snubbed for the Hall of Fame in favor of Clarus. There had been heated tension among the NHL community for months. The dirty journalists had thrived on it.

- And how they had gotten a shot of him and Prompto on the ice. It was only a matter of time before that bomb dropped and their...relationship made public. What would happen then? Clarus had barely managed to hold onto his career in the midst of the rumors, even with Regis Caelum at his side. Gladio’s name might save him, but Prompto…?

- "What are we gonna do, Gladdy? What if that picture gets out?" Chewing his lip, Prompto looks frantically between him and Luna. His eyes are round, red, scared. He's holding back tears. He thinks that maybe they can deny it, claim the photo was shopped, but Gladio is well aware that there’s no quelling the rumors once they start. They really have only one option at this point - to beat the paparazzi at their own game. But they've got to act fast.

- And as soon as they're done, Gladio swears he’s going to find those assholes and rip them limb from limb.

- The photo does indeed get printed on the front page of the next morning’s sports tabloids. "Amicitia and Argentum heating things up on the ice!" reads the headline, but by then it's already old news. Between the three of them (mostly Luna), every social media site on the web had blown up overnight. A single selfie, much clearer than any paparazzi shot, showed Gladio’s smile pressed to Prompto’s ear and their hands curled together in a heart at the bottom of the frame. The hashtag #boyfriendsonice (also Luna’s idea) was trending in a matter of hours. Prompto (who had already come out publicly) wrote a touching message to his fans, thanking them for their support as he explored this new, wonderful relationship with his hunky hockey player.  

- Gladio, who was less active online, got his teammates to help spread the word. The homepage for the Insomnia Kings hosted the selfie, too, with the caption, “Love is love, no matter what team you skate for!” (This one earned Gladio a call in the middle of the night from Clarus, of course, but that was still preferable over the alternatives).

- In the end, the show of support was overwhelming. They were still getting heartfelt letters and gifts from fans days later, and tickets to Gladio’s game that weekend ended up selling out. He had to pull some strings to get rinkside seats for Luna and Prompto. But amidst all the cheering and the limelight, he was grateful to know they were there. Luna had quickly proven herself a true friend, and Prompto….

- Well, Gladio no longer had any doubts about what he felt for his brave, beautiful boyfriend. And he was certainly done with hiding it. 

[mondeskinder]

The Choice - A Min Yoongi Fanfiction

Chapter 6 It almost felt like the first time, my insecure steps taking me closer to my destination while they’d actually prefer to turn around and forget about the initial plan. My heartbeat increased gradually the longer I walked, the nearer I got to the familiar electronics shop, while my pace slowed down instinctively; I tried anything to waste time and postpone the upcoming meeting. At first I hadn’t understood why Namjoon suddenly got mad after I’d coincidentally told him about Y/Ns spam of texts and my annoyance caused by it - the entirety of my thoughts had been filled with music and producing, in addition to PD-nims warning, seemingly obsessed with the work I had dedicated my whole self to, like an addict after a period of renunciation. But now I knew, I was painfully aware of how much my distant behaviour must’ve hurt her, how unfair I’d treated her. You hurt her. You fucked up. But you should’ve seen it coming since that’s all you ever do, fuck things up. She probably hates you now, that’s okay though, she has all rights to do so. You’re not good for her. You know she deserves better than this. My mind soaked in self-hatred, regret and guilt, I abruptly stopped when the blinking neon-sign came into my sight, pondering whether I should do this or not. Cutting this off cleanly is for the best, you should rather get away from her before you hurt her even more. Already having turned around on my heels, about to make my way back to the dorm when a different thought formed in my head, causing cracks on the surface of the invisible bubble of negativity I had locked myself into. She would want you to apologize. A defeated sigh escaped my mouth as I faced the shabby shop once again, forcing my heavy steps to carry me forward. I had nearly reached the heavy door, my eyes anxiously searching for her through the huge display window and causing my steps to stutter when catching a glance of the familiar figure behind the counter, casually leaning against it, her back facing me while playing some sort of game on her phone. Hasty steps caused me to enter before I was able to reconsider my decision. “안녕하세-” She turned around, her welcoming smile fading as soon as she recognized that it was me whom the door closed behind instead of a random customer. “-요.” Her greeting finished with a different tone, one that was more serious and distant. “Hey..” Unable to meet her stare, my eyes remained on my feet while I sheepishly rubbed my neck. “What do you want?” The coldness in her voice caused a sting in my chest. “I wanted to apologize.” I anxiously forced myself to look up in order to see her reaction, only to notice the icy stare piercing through my body. “I can’t talk right now.” A lump formed in my dry throat; the words left a bitter taste in my mouth. “Y/N, please..” “Fine. Talk.” She leaned further onto the desk, impatiently clicking her nails onto the surface. The unexpected concession in combination with the irritating noise cutting through oppressive silence had me dazzled. I didn’t have enough to time to put my panicking, stumbling thoughts into order; as a result I opened my mouth, desperately hoping for any sound to come out but ending up just as disappointed as her. She let out a sigh, angry steps bringing her closer towards the storage room and - one after the other - further away from me. Her hand was already pushing down the metallic handle when I finally reached her, my grip cautiously holding onto her wrist, afraid to hurt her again. The careful looseness allowed her to free it in one fluent movement, hastily pulling open the heavy door only for me to push it closed again with a loud bang. “Yoongi!” She looked at me with a mixture of annoyance and surprise. “I’m sorry.” I could see the words carrying through to her, breaking through the wall she had built up; while the bricks tumbled down one by one tears formed in her eyes. “You don’t even know how worried I was!” The distant tone was replaced with a shaky voice tinged in pain. Her fist lightly hit my chest; we both knew she wanted to punch harder but wasn’t mentally able to. “I thought you got fired!” Another, stronger impact. “I thought.. I thought..” Unable to watch the tears drawing heated lines over her cheeks, I instinctively pulled her into a hug, wrapping my arms around her trembling body. Her fingers clinging onto my back, the sobs got dull as she mumbled something inaudible, swallowed by the thick fabric of my hoodie. “It’s okay. Y/N, calm down. Please. Everything’s okay.” ~ In fact, not everything was okay and it took about a week until she was able to forgive me completely and dust slowly covered up the incident; though it still remained in the back of my head, I made sure to not make the same mistake twice. Days and weeks passed in a stable balance of work and Y/N, the both of us were truly happy and things finally seemed to be right. It was one of these last warm autumn days, orange rays of sunshine softly tingling on my skin and a cold breeze creating goose bumps when brushing over my body now and then, when the illusion of perfection got destroyed; a bubble glistening in thousands of shades and colours popping suddenly as it flies too high. She sat next to me, wrapped in a blanket, her head resting on my shoulder while the both of us watched the sun disappear beneath the horizon. It wasn’t the first time we we’re doing something like this, sitting on the rooftop, silently enjoying each others company and the comforting feeling of not being alone; a simplicity that wouldn’t have satisfied most people but was more than enough for us. My finger traced aimless lines along her leg while wandering thoughts floated around my head. I couldn’t help but wonder how I got here, what I must’ve done in previous lifes to deserve this kind of joy and satisfaction that made me forget any struggles of the past. Hidden behind these grateful thoughts were other questions I had trouble to ignore when lacking any distraction. Am I really the right person for her? Am I even a good person to be with? Am I making her happy? Her soft voice interrupted my thoughts; I didn’t fight the smile growing on my face as she snuggled closer towards me. “Yoongi?” “Hmm?”, I grumbled, gently stroking up and down her back. “I-” A cranky ringtone suddenly cut her off. I let out an annoyed sigh, reluctantly letting go of her while reaching for the old phone in my jeans. Seeing the contact name, I quickly answered the call. “PD-nim?” “Yoongi-ah, come to my office!” “Y-Yes, PD-nim, but why?” My heartbeat accelerated at the sole thought of recieving another admonition. Did things not work out as well as I thought? Did I not work hard enough? “I have a surprise for you! I sent you a message but you didn’t see it. The boys are waiting for you too.” “Yes, PD-nim.” “Hurry!” Just like that he hung up, leaving the startled me behind on an empty line. Slowly shoving the cheap device back into my pocket, I was already standing up when she held me back, catching a hold of my hand. “Where are you going?” “PD-nims office.” Her eyes widened in fear. “Is it bad?” A tender smile pulled up the corners of my mouth. “No, it’s a surprise, apparently. Do you want to wait in the studio? It probably won’t take long.” “I’ll stay here a little longer but I’ll be there when the meeting finished.” “Okay.” My gaze met hers and for a moment it was just us two, on the rooftop, holding hands, before I snapped out of the addicting magic in order to make my way downstairs. She let go of my fingers with a sorrowful shimmer in her eyes; I knew she wanted to ask me to stay just a little longer but understood the importance of it and thus remained silent. Once again my thankfulness towards her caused a warm tingle to spread inside my stomach as I rushed down the stairs, rushing to the office and cautiously knocking three times before entering the redoubtable room. The boys were already sitting on the small couch, PD-nim welcomed me with a grin and allowed me to sit down next to the rest of them. “So, now that we are finally complete I have a special announcement to make! I know all of you are waiting desperately to debut and this will be the last step before actually doing so.” I felt the excitement built up inside the room, especially the younger members seemed to nearly explode out of curiousity. PD-nim himself was smiling cheerfully - a very rare thing - so I prepared for good news too, still unaware of the nightmare he would announce. “All of you will be going on a two-month trip to America!”

CONTINUE READING..

[ugamyrain]

Rain Rants again with her shitty unpopular opinion. (I might be burnt at the stake) This is long.

This is a piece about SasuSaku and NaruHina. Before I start, I should clarify: I have been a fan of both since the chuunin exams and I became an semi active-lurk member on the NF since Naruto Shippuden was released. This is my point of view about the whole ordeal since the fateful 5th of november of 2014 and how I see both fandoms in general now. If you are easily offended or nitpicky, please keep in mind this is only MY opinion and perspective.

Being in the SasuSaku fandom for a really long time has been bittersweet the same way as being in the NaruHina fandom at the same time, due to all the bickering between them when they have no basis to be mad at each other. Like, both of the fandoms became a competition about who is a better woman. In other words: they fight for the stupidest shit. Back then I would’ve sighed and felt conflicted and unable to voice an opinion because both pairing fandoms took it as a personal offense. Okay I am exagerating but most of the time it felt that way. Nowadays I laugh. And I know that I will get some fans offended by what I am about to say because SasuSaku fans are still very sensitive, and NaruHina fans, well I should say some are insufferable.

Both pairings had a lot to prove back then, I understood being defensive against people who slammed the pairings, mostly the hate directed towards the girls. Calling them names, insulting them with the overused insult of all: “useless”.

I could write a 1,500 character essay about my opinion of how Hinata became the untouchable overpowered goddess of the NaruHina fandom -considering the humble begginings of the couple- and why Sakura’s opinion about her character never changed - even though she was one of the most developed secondary characters.

I will not deny that Kishimoto’s writing of Sakura was never the best. As well as the writing for Hinata - it wasn’t the most gracious. The anime didn’t help either.  But what he could not make up for explicit development he tried to compensate it by writing their personality. And I would write another 2,500 essay explaining how this was good and bad for him.

However I can say this: I will not deny that Kishimoto’s cryptic writing, specially of Sasuke’s character, did not help Sakura’s case at all for people who were just watching without analyzing the scenes and panel by panel. Hinata’s case was more direct that’s why the popularity of Naruhina rose as the hate for the pairing did as well.

I understand Kishimoto’s need to retain all the shippers to keep reading and that’s why the red herrings were placed. And believe me, every time a red herring appeared it was hell for both of the pairings. Once the red herrings dissappeared it was clear that both pairings were meant to be. Period.

For fans it didn’t stop there. Both of the fandoms wanted to prove something, what that something was? Stupidity. Sorry but that’s how I felt that whole thing was.  (Imagine being a shipper for both of the pairings at the time. Not only fighting with the antis but also fighting between the pairings because... well they were fighting to see which girl had the bigger pussy- I couldn’t say dick because duh, but it was pretty much the whole fight).

My first bump with both of the fandoms  was with Naruto the Last. For some reason -well, instigated by the antis from both couples and the greatest shipping war there was at the time. And so a grueling 6 months battle began-, no one was satisfied. Criticism of the movie started to appear, but the shipping war got the best of both fandoms. It became infected by the antis with the valid questions: Why would Naruto wait 2 years? Why isn’t  there any Sasuke in the movie if Sasuke was spammed like junk mail in the trailers? Those questions were fair and we should’ve had a conversation as to why they would do it and move on, however at this point both of the fandoms were intoxicated. I tried to voice my opinions but I was one of the few who was seeing things in a different perspective... even the ones who were rooting for both pairings became toxic.

NaruHina fans had 4 reactions:

a- Inside the fanbase people were mad because 2 years it’s a long time, not realistic at all - and well, the development was really natural in the manga and the movie made the characters seem like they never spoke to each other at all after the war.

b- The image from the outsiders made them feel that Hinata was treated like a damsel in distress and the overall cliched plot- so, basically the fandom agreed and  they started to whine a lot.

c- The movie made Naruhina rejoice about the fan service the movie provided, but this also had negative consequences.- The most recurrent essay from the ones who liked both pairings began: “I love both pairings and I am happy for Hinata but...” forcing many of them to pick sides.

d- It all worsened by the attitude NaruHina fans took: “WE have only the best. WE have the movie. WE have the fanservice. WE are the best. Hinata was the queen all along. Hinata is stronger than... Naruhina is better than... Hinata, oh, Heil Hinata.”

I didn’t like it. I had to unfollow people I have followed since the NF days and I kept people who only liked both pairings... but even then...  there was one thing that I liked less.

Because of all of the glory Naruhina was sharing the SasuSaku fandom didn’t get much fanservice. After all the fight, we deserved something, right? Because Sakura went trhough hell to get the guy, right? After all the bickering with other fandoms, right? SasuSaku deserved have more scenes in the movie because of the trailers and moreover because SasuSaku was the main couple, right? Wrong.  

I understood where people came from when they said SasuSaku is the main couple, because well, they share a lot in part 1, it was the most developed from the 2 - well, 3 couples if we count ShikaTema-, at the time, but the truth is, since both couples did not depend one from the other, a plot involving the two would’ve been too convoluted. I guess one could say that it’s not impossible since other movies do this, but it was not a movie, it was a Naruto movie. A plot with Sasuke and Sakura’s involvement would’ve overshadowed the dynamic between Naruto and Hinata like maaaany times before. Kishimoto was forced time and time again to take Sasuke out of the picture for Naruto develop his bonds outside Team 7 not only with Hinata, but she was the most obvious of this technique.

Yes, I do understand the criticism Kishimoto had for overcomplicating things and that an arc in the manga would’ve been more fitting if he wanted to complicate it but it’s obvious that his plan was to leave it open for interpretation like he did at the end of 699. That was the end he wanted and it shows.

Most of the SasuSaku fans didn’t like it and the few that remained neutral regarding the movie were being infected little by little with each negative post. Because a double date movie was more fitting for Naruto: The Last, considering how much Sasuke there was in the trailers. The attitude of NaruHina fans did not help, it only fueled them. SasuSaku fans became extremely pessimistic. This was my second bump.

4 months passed, things were still tense I distanced myself from the fandom. SasuSaku was fighting with everybody. NaruHina was fighting with everybody. Naruto Gaiden came and for some reason... it got scary.

I loved each chapter of Gaiden because of the whole context that may have pushed Kishimoto to write it the way he did. I loved Sarada, I loved SasuSaku moments and I returned to see what SasuSaku shippers were saying, what I found was my third bump.

Whining. Cursing. Dissapointed fans. Negativism. People hating on Gaiden. Unnecesary drama, some fans pointed out.  And I thought “Wait a minute, every single story is unnecesary drama. WTH are they talking about?” “Sarada is an ungreateful child. Unlikable” they chimed. And still I was thinking: “Team 7 was not likable at the beggining either”. “Sasuke was not there? Inconceivable! I hate Kishimoto because it’s impossible for Sasuke to never have seen Sarada.”

They started to pick apart every single panel, every single interaction. The whole thing was an essay by the author of the precious couple to show the ridiculousness he had to endure for 6 months after he ended his manga. With the Thank you pages flooded with nasty messages from other antis. With the online comunity trying to boicott him, disrespecting him, harrassing him, harrassing his editors through twitter, his helpers and even some calls to Shounen Jump. Gaiden was meant to be read as a mocking piece. I saw through it and I was dissapointed that some fans were not able to see that.

At the end people tried to make peace with Gaiden and Boruto the movie came. And everyone was happy with the little interactions here and there. Just kidding. SasuSaku fans started to complain about how Sakura’s body was drawn. “Too skinny, too flat, face it’s too round. She looks like a little girl.” No, nevermind her badassery and cuteness, her body was her problem. “Kishimoto draws her like a woman. SP I hate you.”

Suddenly the problem became Studio Pierrot. Yes, I understood that they fucked up a lot of things but there was one problem the Naruto anime had as a whole especially in the transition to Naruto Shippuden and Shippuuden itself: Naruto became disjointed. The Anime of Naruto is no masterpiece and part of that was not the fillers by themselves, but the fillers in which the directors didn’t give a fuck about the story and fluidity. Little by little Naruto became less a cohesive story and more a gag anime. By the time Shippuuden had its turn to be animated, many of the boring and enraging tropes they commited in part 1 filler hell, was transitioned to Shippuuden.

If comunication is key, in Naruto anime’s case, that key was lost somewhere in the parking lot. Red herrings were glorified, Sakura’s awful personality was enhanced even though we know that in the manga, Sakura had become very fond of Naruto as a friend and was acting like a real friend to him. Sakura anime was a completely different person from Sakura in the manga.

Either way, SP tried to mend something that was completely broken by that point: Sakura’s sweet girl act did not work anymore and it made her look bad and not sincere. But it’s fine, I know directors were just following orders and animators as well. I got mad but tha’s fine, at least they didn’t change anything crucial. Yes, animation was always shitty when it came to animate SasuSaku scenes, but hey, I already knew their bias. But the fandom did not let it be.

Now, with the whole Boruto generations I have found a fourth bump. Until now, Gaiden has been well animated, things that were critized in the manga are being spelled out letter by letter. We are having more explanation, more exposition, better animation, better character designs and more personality from Sakura, and still SasuSaku shippers are negative and point their finger at SP critizing every single error it has. There are a lot of moments in general in the anime that were not shown properly or at all, but in general, the fandom seemed to accept that fact because... well, it’s SP, it’s an adaptation of a manga and has always been a bad one at that. Why is the SasuSaku fandom still negative and pessimistic? I get that we have to be critical of what we consume but.. why are they so defensive all the freaking time.

Sasuke and Sakura are canon and there is no thing an anti can say or do to change that fact. Insulting Sakura’s character or whatever it’s laughable, because despite what people might say, the manga proves them wrong. Kishimoto proves them wrong. We know that. What's the point?

To me, everytime I see a complaint without a strong case like: "this panel was cut, this scene was changed, this was not in that room. Sakura is not flat.", it shows to me what a big inferiority complex the SasuSaku shippers have. Like what the hell? I get that making fun of SP is fun, but there are shippers who are actually mad at it... like, have you not seen what a mess the Naruto anime is and you are complaining about size of Sakura’s boobs or the make up she wears or lack there of? LOL.

I finally understand: The SasuSaku fans are never going to be pleased.

NaruHina shippers: I love you guys but sometimes... ugh.

Sorry for this massive ranting. If you read it all, congratulations. You win cookies.

Have a great day everybody. I was hoping mom and dad would forgive each other already... Not happening any day soon, it seems.

PS. I still love you too SasuSaku shippers but I think you need a reality check.

[diamondarmored-blog1]

this is whiny af. and very long. bit of an explanation of some stuff (aka why I am like this) and a wee request. 

warning, there’s a brief mention of sexual abuse and A LOT of historic drama. I’ve tried really hard not to appear in search tags for the relevant areas, so please try not to cause it to appear by mentioning the fandom or muse name without cutting it up (e.g. sei//fer) because as you’ll see, I don’t want these people near me. 

sit down and let uncle charlie tell you a horror story.

I’ve been slow again on here, I’M SORRY!! I was making an FFX blog. I know I’m getting a reputation for being a serial blog hopper, but the reason for that is, I’ve had two muses I really really loved and nothing else has ever come close. One was my Chuami, who naturally dropped in intensity as time went on (I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing - you can’t keep forcing a muse into ever more dramatic scenarios without giving them a break or they end up mutated and OP). The other was V//elka. Seifer is the closest I’ve come, but there’s still a void  :,(

V//elka did not die naturally. You may have seen me mention “the other fandom I was in” and how it’s a cesspit of bullying asscreases, sexual harassers, liars, stalkers, thieves and assorted other villains. But you have not heard the tale. What you’re about to read sounds like a lot for six or seven people, but this fandom is unique in that it’s 70% non-RPers. People who follow RP blogs and treat them like their personal entertainment. I’ve never seen another like it. So whoever is most popular with them has influence, because the hate anons and the nasty criticism is coming from outside the real RP community, and the senders will enforce whatever their faves say. The pressure to align with whatever is doing well with the viewers is extreme because the chances of being run off your blog if you don’t are far higher than usual. 

There was one other blog for V when I made mine. I asked her - the writer - if she’d be okay with another being around, even though I’m not obliged to ask permission to make a blog, and she completely ignored me. I thought maybe it was a weird thing to ask, and my other blog in that fandom was welcomed and pretty popular with the non-RPers. I was the only one of that character active. So I just went ahead and did it, thinking it would be no big. I was Wrong. Within not-very-long, the girl and her friends, who had huge followings of, shall we say, less mature users, to begin with as most of them didn’t really write - they drew on request, and you don’t need to have a reading age to appreciate free art - began to employ every trick, tactic and scheme they could to bully me into abandoning, including but not limited to: forcing new RPers to choose between them and me, stealing my content, freezing out anyone who was seen to interact with me (leading to newer users abandoning because no one would talk to them but me), stealing my friends’ muses(! yeah, the whole thing), copying my backstory and ships when ridiculing them didn’t work, incorporating my headcanons into their muses in the same way, copying my art (one of them was an art student and I am a very bad beginner - she would take my drawings and redo them with a higher level of skill and collect the praise for it), making PSAs about how I wasn’t entitled to be in the fandom and how nobody wants to thread with me so stop posting, sending spies to pretend to be my friend to trick me into insulting them so they could get caps, lying about me (one of them spread the rumour that I was some kind of sex obsessed pervert and you guys know how stupid an idea that is), and blaming me for their personal issues (e.g. a historically kind and well mannered user who had been absent for months made a callout post and @’d them all, explaining that he couldn’t come back because they had bullied him and made fun of his abusive history - this was somehow declared to be my fault, they said I put him up to the post because I was jealous of them (?), and they actually responded to him by saying “sorry your daddy touched you” and “sorry if you think its our fault you got abused but we don’t really care” and making public jokes about how they’d never be friends with someone as low as him, spamming the word “elitist” wherever they could... non-ironically). Eventually, even though me and my main ship partner had a shitload of non-RPer fans for the work we were doing and our partnership was very popular, neither of us could even log in anymore. Every time we spoke or moved, some stupid plan was enacted to make sure it backfired on us. We were replicated by members of that group, and our muses turned into pandering caricatures of what they originally were until we left. My muse was a real point of pride for me, she was the best example of a strong, confident female lead I had ever written, and she was made into a sex crazed goth domme by the very people who accused me of that and declared it abhorrent. My partner’s was turned from a complicated, fiercely proud, genderfluid(?) killer to a fragile little flower with a dick in a dress. It wasn’t just us, by the way. Every good writer who joined the fandom is gone; they started leaving not long after I arrived. I tracked some down and asked why, and they all told the same story. One of them told me the process is cyclical and now that I’m gone, they’ll choose someone else in my place. Meanwhile - here’s the kicker - the group responsible don’t even fucking write. The only time they do is when they’re using it as a weapon against somebody, by stealing their plot or their ship and acting it out themselves. Now that the writers have embarked on a mass exodus and none have come to replace them, all they do is shitpost because there’s no one left to target. The stolen muses’ blogs are dead. As if this didn’t sound like a problem enough, three of them have a penchant for little girls.

Where are you going with this, Charlie? Well, chums, it goes a little way to explaining my aversion to smut (one of their number was a self-proclaimed “sex negative feminist” who told me I was a shit RPer because all I ever did was smut and talked about me like I was a prostitute - at the time, I had written NONE, and she had five sideblogs she only made for ships with her friends... she had some serious internalised issues around that, she seemed to deny the existence of her own hypocrisy). It explains why I bang on about welcoming other Seifers so much, why I’m so strict on drama now, and why I’ll bite the head off of anyone who claims to be the sole granter of permission to make a certain muse. It will go some way to explaining why I hardblock anyone who looks like they might cause me similar melodramatic problems at any point in the future, no discussion, no exceptions. I am extremely wary of people with rules full of red flags, and people who make a lot of unprompted ~everybody love your duplicates~ posts, because they’re never truly unprompted. They’re usually an attempt to get in first, so the one who didn’t post it looks automatically less friendly. I didn’t handle it well at the time, I didn’t want to make things worse so I allowed myself to get steamrollered, and the more they got away with, the more they pushed it. The final straw was poor C and that callout post, but it came at about the same time my ship partner’s muse was copied onto one of their sideblogs, so the end was near anyway. If it happened again now, I’d waste no time in telling them to shove it up their festering assholes. ANYWAY I’m telling you all this because my search for a replacement muse has gone cold, and that’s left me feeling a bit dead and uninspired, which leads me to keep losing my flow with Seifer as well. I logged into her blog earlier with the idea of reclaiming her somehow. It felt like cleaning a house someone died in. I changed her url, wiped away all the content that was bothering me and I blocked about 200 people - fucking everyone from that fandom who was following me. I might change her theme too, I’m not sure. I’ve added a request-only line to her original verse to deter anyone who joins that fandom in the future (that’s how badly I need to keep away). I’ll need to replace all her tags to keep them from digging me up again. So here’s where the request comes in. I’ve sketched in some FFX and FFVIII verses. I would like to try to bring her out of there and closer to here. I’ve mentioned this before, but I’ve never explained why. Can I count on the support of any of my friends and neighbours here? I feel like she’s locked in a room full of dangerous weirdos and I can’t get to her unless I can totally extract her. I could really use some help in pulling her out and creating a new space for her. You don’t need to commit to anything, just treat her like any other OC. If it fails and she dies off, at least I’ll have tried. If I succeed in clawing back some of my focus, the blog hopping will stop. If anyone feels like doing me a solid, that’d be great. To be honest, the experience tainted RP as a whole for me, sapped my motivation and confidence, and I’ve never been as into it since.

[petite-madame]

Hello! I have a weird question but I was wondering, do you remember when you were not famous? I mean when you started on tumblr, did you have a lot of followers and all? How did it go for you? I'm curious about your story :) Thanks and have a good day!

Hi anon ^^

That’s actually a pretty funny question! Sorry in advance for the long post…

do you remember when you were not famous?

Ok, first, I’m not “Tumblr famous”, as people say. I’m not, let’s say, Sakimichan or Loish, that kind of super big (and talented) names. I’m sort of “famous” in the Supernatural and Stucky fandoms but if you talk about me to a Steven Universe fan, I’m sure they have no idea who I am xD

Otherwise, Ha! Ha! Yes! I remember my start on LJ, that was fun xD I had no idea how the site worked, I didn’t understand how to have a cool layout or even to make friends. I was bothering the mods all the time during my first LJ challenge too xD. And the abbreviations…People use a lot of abbreviations on LJ, so I was lost. And when I had a comment on one of my posts?!! CHAMPAGNE AND JELLYBEANS! Who are you kind person who stopped at my page? Let me salute you!! ^o^

I remember when I had like 10 followers but you know, I didn’t do things that differently from what I’m doing now: I shipped whatever the hell I wanted to ship, I killed my favorite characters all the time, I tried to explain in a more or less approximate “Frenglish” how I worked. What I do less, maybe, now that I have more followers, is reblogging “wank posts” and telling people to shut the fuck the up. One, because I don’t have the time anymore and two, because it’s a responsibility in a way: I don’t want my followers to bite the ass of someone with 30 followers, who wrote once a silly thing because they didn’t have the knowledge about this or that precise topic. It can be pretty violent you know, so I prefer avoiding answering to “wank posts” or “unpopular opinion” posts even if sometimes, sometimes I REALLY WANT TO. OMG. There are a couple of people on this site…I swear. They make me facepalm every time I see their posts.

The exception: art thieves. In this case, I don’t care: no mercy. And I’m not talking about reposters here but real art thieves or people who refuse to take my posts down even when they are asked kindly.

I mean when you started on tumblr, did you have a lot of followers and all? 

I had a reasonable amount of followers from the start on Tumblr because most of my LJ followers followed me here. It was like “Guys! I’m now on Tumblr!!” and BOOM! suddenly, all the names that were familiar to me on LJ  started to followed me on Tumblr. That’s how I realized that this site was “the next big thing” and that everybody was already here except me. But you know I felt it was great because I felt home immediately not surrounded by people I didn’t know. I find it more intimidating when you enter a new fandom for instance.

Otherwise, having a lot of followers, it’s really cool. I’m not gonna complain. Of course, you have assets and drawbacks but it’s really mainly assets and tiny drawbacks. From the top of my head:

Assets:

- I receive more messages so I interact more and I feel less alone and “lost in the crowd” that someone who has 10 followers :)

- People let me know that they love my work and in a project like The Life of Bucky Barnes, it’s important, I think. It really gives me a boost when I’m feeling down sometimes to receive encouraging and heart-warming messages.❤ Basically, your followers are your force and your fuel. ❤

- When I work on a new project, I really feel supported by my followers and they are sometimes as enthusiastic as I am. In other words: group squee!

- When my art is stolen my followers let you know immediately and they even contact the site or the art thief directly to have them take the art down. Same when the art is reposted, I have messages in my inbox to let me know. They are SUPER efficient! Thank you guys!!

- When I look for a reference pic (or if I have a question), I have my answer in…5 minutes! For instance, when I was working on my pics for the Stucky Anthology, I was looking for a precise pic of Sebastian Stan but even after looking on Google Image I couldn’t find it in a decent quality. I asked my followers and two minutes later, I had the pic in HQ! Isn’t it awesome? ^o^

- I don’t take commissions but if I did, having a big number of followers would give me the possibility to reach my commission goal more quickly.

Drawbacks

- More hate mail (that you can reduce a lot by ignoring them completely or avoiding cryptic posts like “To all my haters, I just want you to know…”. )

- More porn bots and spam. In other words more Russian ladies dropping the now famous “Hey!” in your inbox or via private message.

- More stolen artworks (the last two weeks were really something xD) because my work is more exposed than the one of someone with less followers. By “stolen artworks” I don’t only mean people who edit my signature to put theirs. I mean, people who use my design for T-shirts, mugs, prints…etc.

- More artworks reposted all over the place and without credit including on site like 9gag. I don’t even want to talk about Instagram or FB, the bane of my existence.

- Lots of messages so it takes me time to answer people and some asks in my inbox stay there a whole month (I’m so sorry T___T I’m really doing the best I can.). I mean, it’s not a drawback per say. I just feel sorry for the people who are waiting to have an answer.. :/

- Some people think that you owe them something, for some reason and take it very personally when you stop to draw this or that ship…or that you start drawing a ship they don’t like. You are literally a traitor to the cause. (To what I can’t help rolling my eyes and think “Calm the hell down boo-boo”)

- Some people feel intimidated by you and don’t want to work with you during LJ challenges for instance. I know it because when I was on LJ you had this page called the “spn anon meme” where all the posts where anonymous and I read there more than once, about for instance the Spn J2BB: “I hope that P-m isn’t going to chose my summary. I don’t want this kind of attention on my fic”. It always stressed me when I chose the summary because I was always afraid to choose someone who wanted to stay in their little corner of the fandom and not being “bothered”. :/

- Some anons are super shy and they will never contact me un-anon because once again, they are intimidated. I mean, I’m a 5′2″ little person in Hello Kitty Pajamas, I don’t see why they feel so afraid xD

Voilà! I hope I answered your question! Thanks a lot for enjoying my art so much and have a good day too! ^^