#thank fuck I don’t work there anymore but it’s killed my creativity

[lhazar]

I’m gunna do it. I WILL update No Rain Without Thunder this weekend if it KILLS ME

[hyperfixatedbastard]

do you write hypnosis stuff?? it's not specifically against the rules but idk it's kind of an iffy era for a lot of writers-

if it's okay with you, could you write some Vox x Singer!Reader who he uses his mind control on to sell their soul to him so they remain under the VoxTek label? (im sure remaining with him is an ulterior motive of his as well lol)

thanks :]

I can absolutely do that! I’m a little iffy about NSFW hypnosis, but I can do a SFW oneshot :)

siren songs

Obsessed!Vox x Singer!GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

WARNINGS: Yandere-ish behavior, hypnosis, manipulation, toxic behavior, all that good stuff

A/N: I told y'all I'd be back with some toxic Vox!! I wasn't entirely sure how to end this one, but I've spent enough time rewriting it to stop caring. This one is only romantic in theory - nothing actually romantic happens between Vox and Reader, it's more mutual pining than anything else This is also my first time writing obsessive behavior, so I hope I did it well!

Dividers

You’ve been working with the Vees for years now. You were originally recruited by Velvette, who’s like a bloodhound for new talent. She saw some popular videos of your singing online, and she made you famous.

But you don’t work with her that much, oddly enough. Over time, you gradually started to see her less and less. Vox was the one to take her place. By the time you noticed, there wasn’t much you could do about it—you’re certainly not an equal to the Vees, so there wasn’t much you could do. Sure, you could’ve quit then and there, as you’d never signed a soul-binding contract, but you really liked your job. You were getting to do what you loved for a living! Who wouldn’t want that?

Well, you. You don’t want that anymore. You’re getting burnt out. You feel like you’re out of creativity for writing songs, and singing no longer has the same appeal it used to. It feels like a chore. Getting on stage doesn’t get you excited—it just fills you with dread.

Then you saw the videos of the annual clown pageant down in the Greed Ring. How Fizzarolli, Mammon’s favorite little jester, just…quit. Just like that. 

Can you do that?

You don’t have backup like Fizzarolli did. There’s no Prince of Hell to protect you if the Vees lash out in response to your resignation. But the Vees aren’t Mammon. They’re powerful Overlords, sure, but they wouldn’t kill off an easy cash grab like you. And they don’t have any leverage to use against you—you’re a fucking superstar, you learned to stop keeping secrets a long time ago.

Yeah, you can totally do this!

You spend the next week making a plan. You currently live in V Tower, so finding another living arrangement is a priority. Luckily, your standards are just as low as before you got famous, so snatching up an apartment doesn’t take long. You’ve been building up savings for some time now, just little bits here and there that wouldn’t look suspicious among your bank withdrawls, so you have enough money to last you a while. You’ve made a go-bag, but you’re not too worried about bringing anything with you, as you have enough cash to just buy new shit. By the time the end of the week comes around, you’ve got your escape plan ready to go. All that’s left is to actually quit.

You decide that directly speaking to Vox is your best option. Velvette and you don’t have the same rapport that you used to, and Valentino is just… no. During your time working with Vox, you like to think there’s some sort of friendship there. The two of you chat amicably, and he always makes sure you’re okay when it comes to creepy fans and the like. You feel like there could be something more than just friendship, but you don’t plan on staying long enough to find out. As much as you like Vox, you’re not willing to spend the rest of your afterlife hating every second of your job just for him.

You stand outside Vox’s lair, mentally preparing yourself for this conversation. You take a deep breath, and right before you can knock on the door, it opens.

Okay, here goes.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

You aren’t as sneaky as you seem to think you are.

A normal boss wouldn’t have noticed the small transactions in your bank account, or the little trips you’ve been taking to go look at apartments. But Vox isn’t a ‘normal boss’ by any means. And he noticed.

From the moment Vox set eyes on you, he knew he wanted you. You’re beautiful, and fuck, your voice—he just can’t get you out of his damn head, no matter how hard he tries. And he really fucking tried. But he couldn’t avoid you, thanks to VoxTek being such an integral part of your performances. And you’re like a damn siren with that voice of yours, even though he’s supposed to be the hypnotizing one here. Eventually, he just gave in and accepted that he was more than a little obsessed with you. That’s why he started drawing you closer to him, pushing away Velvette and taking control of your brand. He doesn’t like sharing.

Obsession isn’t a particularly new feeling for Vox. He certainly has… tendencies. But this isn’t like whatever the fuck he’s got going on with that deer-headed, old-timey bastard Alastor. It’s not a lust thing, either. You’re certainly attractive, and Vox most definitely would sleep with you, but that’s not the main factor at play here. This is a deeper obsession than any of that bullshit.

Vox knows that he doesn’t own your soul. He’s well aware that he can’t truly stop you from quitting. Even if he managed to trap you inside V Tower, he can’t force you to keep up the performances. If he had you under a proper soul-binding contract, though…

He would own you.

Now, he’s not Valentino. He doesn’t plan to take that kind of advantage over you. He doesn’t want to change a damn thing. He just wants you to stay.

And he will make you stay.

He knows when you approach his office, and he opens the doors with the touch of a button on his desk. He plasters that casually perfect smile on his screen and turns to face you as you enter. The doors shut behind you.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you today, my dear,” he lies easily, the charismatic mask fitting into place like it was never absent in the first place. “How can I help you?”

You hesitate, your anxiety starting to get to you. But you’re determined to do this. You clear your throat and step forward. “I’m resigning.”

Vox’s smile doesn’t falter, nor does his screen glitch. His demeanor is…unnerving, to say the least. You’ve known him to be temperamental, emotional. You expected some kind of reaction. But he’s just smirking at you like he always does.

“I don’t suppose there’s anything I can do to change your mind,” he replies smoothly, tilting his head to the side just slightly.

“No,” you confirm, trying to sound confident in your answer. You’re not sure if you succeed. “I’ve already made my decision.”

Vox sighs, though he doesn’t sound very defeated. His smirk hasn’t gone away, either. “Well, then. It’s been a pleasure working with you, darling.”

He holds his hand out for you to shake. The gesture immediately worries you, as it’s the well-known sign of a deal. But you reassure yourself that there’s no deal being made here. Hell may be chaotic, but there’s rules when it comes to these kinds of things. Neither of you have offered anything, therefore there’s no harm in shaking his hand. It’s just a respectful gesture of a boss wishing their employee farewell. It all feels too easy, but you’re too relieved to think too hard about it.

You go to take his hand, but as you lift your head up to meet his gaze, everything goes fuzzy.

Vox grabs you by your wrist before you can shake his hand. He’s not rough with you. He’s careful of his claws, ensuring they don’t put too much pressure on your skin. Not that you’d notice, either way—your mind is far gone at this point, thanks to those spirals in his eye.

“In exchange for your soul, you’ll remain under the VoxTek label and continue working for me. Your work will remain the same as before. You’ll forget about leaving. You will want to stay here. You will want to stay here with me.”

A golden scroll appears out of thin air, and it floats in front of you as it unfurls. “Sign it.”

Your body moves on its own. You sign your name on the line at the bottom of the page.

Vox releases your wrist, and takes your hand in his own as his eye reverts back to its normal state. When you come to just moments later, he’s shaking your hand with calm professionality.

“I’m glad we got that sorted out,” Vox remarks smoothly, his smirk looking almost proud now. “I look forward to your next performance, my dear.”

You blink a few times as you become more lucid and aware. “Uh, yeah. Can’t wait!”

You smile, and Vox releases your hand, seemingly satisfied with your answer. You don’t remember what exactly you came in here for, but you’re happy with the outcome.  “Perfect.”

[cranberrv]

obsessed

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which sodapop is in love with dally’s ex

( a/n : this is SO mid & a bit out of character but i hope you enjoy nonetheless! kind of inspired by olivia rodrigo’s song “obsessed” but i took some creative liberty and switched the plot a bit )

3 weeks after his breakup with sandy. it only took 3 weeks to find someone else to obsess over — and it was you, dallas winston’s ex.

if dallas knew how much sodapop looked at your picture, he would be dead in a ditch. but he couldn’t help it! you were perfect, you were kind, you had those lips that just hypnotized anyone who glanced at them, you were well-read, and you were made for him.

it was mid-summer when he saw you again. the last time he saw you was when you were at the drive-in with your former lovers, dallas and sandy. but this time was obviously different. you walked into the DX while he was working. instantly captivated, he watched as you smiled amd waved to him, before grabbing a diet coke and going over to him to pay.

“hi, soda,” you smile. “long time no see, huh?”

“yeah, guess so,” he nods and scans your drink. “diet coke, huh? that’s my favourite.” it’s a desperate attempt to bond with you.

“really? that’s cool. i don’t know a lot of people who like the diet version, lots of people think it tastes like water but they just don’t get it like us.”

‘like us.’ holy fuck. he is down bad. “you’re not lying,” he laughs. “so, um, what have you been up to since you and dal broke up?”

you shrug. “hm, not much. it’s been boring, honestly. i miss hanging out with the gang.”

“we miss you.” he agrees. “it was fun having you around.”

“thank you,” you say. “how’ve things been going since sandy… you know, left.” you assumed it was a sensitive subject, but was soon proved wrong.

“i thought i’d be worse than i am. i’ve been too busy with other stuff on my mind to even care, i guess.”

“yeah? watcha been thinking about, then?” you ask, tilting your head.

he knew it was wrong. he knew that dallas would be livid, he knew that every girl who liked him would turn against you, but he’s beyond it. he’s got issues, he can’t help it.

“you.”

“..what do you mean?”

“you’re all that’s on my mind, y/n.” he can finally form a complete sentence. “and it’s fuckin’ killing me.”

“soda..” you sigh. “dallas would be—“

“who cares what dal would say? he’s your ex, he doesn’t even care about you anymore. and darrel doesn’t like him anyway, he wouldn’t be a loss.”

“he’s gonna beat your face in.”

“it’s worth it.” he insists.

“you’re crazy, you know that?”

he laughs. he knows he is, after this. no sane person would go after his buddies ex. you would have to be a monster. but he is a greaser. “come to the drive-in next friday, i’m going with a bunch of my friends.”

you hesitate. “..fine, i’ll come.” you do a horrible job at hiding the smile on your face.

he smiles. “see you there, y/n”

you nod, and take your diet coke and walk away. he didn’t even make you pay. he can’t wait for friday night. those dreadful 3 weeks seemed like nothing now that he had you.

[wol-fica]

Hey…

It’s been a minute, hasn’t it?

I know a lot of you have probably wondered where i’ve been, and if you haven’t well here i am!

Life has been…something…good and bad.

School has been taking a toll on me, classes left and right that have blended my brain into an incoherent slush. Thats one of the unfortunate parts of collage, it just takes up so much time.

I want to list some reasons i’ve been gone, just so you all understand what’s been going on.

1.) School, like i said above, it’s just tedious and time consuming, so i never have time to actually sit down and work on something new or old. School work, projects, all of it; it’s large and extensive, and very very tiring.

2.) My relationship! I’ve had a girlfriend for almost 4 months now, and it’s been so incredibly wonderful. She’s so sweet, funny, caring, loving, and just someone that I love so much and click with so easily.

3.) Motivation. I know writers always complain about writers block and having lack of creativity to go and write, but this feels a bit different for me. Writing has been such a beautiful art to take part in, painting a canvas of stories for the world to read. I’ve loved it for so long, but now there’s just not the spark it has anymore.

In the past, i would use writing as an escape, a way to just create more and more and more ideas that formulate in my brain, wether that be smut or romance, drama or angst, it was a way for me to leave the world behind. I enjoyed every second of it, creating it, writing it, producing it, seeing you all react to it, it brought me so much joy.

But…

That love for writing has fallen away from me. I don’t find myself enjoying it anymore, it feels more like a chore to try and write a story, and that frustration killed the spark that came with writing on this platform and everywhere else.

Now, let me specify that this is not me saying that any of you ruined it for me, quite the contrary! I love love love love you all so fucking much, you’re such beautiful people who have stuck with me and will probably be amazing fanfic writers too (if you pursue it)!

So, this is my farewell!

I’ve decided to be formally done with writing, and this account will either be left as a ghost acc, or handed of to someone who will use it and make something out of it (haven’t decided on that yet, but i’ve been thinking of offering it up) If you’re interested in writing, and you want to start somewhere strong, or if you’re someone who wants the followers, DM me! I’d be happy to give this acc away to someone! (who will use it and treat it right of course)

Anyways, thank you, for giving me that beauty, that wonderful light with writing. I love you all so much, and I can’t wait to see what you will all do! Keep writing, keep reading, keep inspiring, keep doing what you do best, keep being yourself.

“Hustle in silence, let your success make the noise.”

Sincerely - Wolfi <3

[ghostsbimbo]

Labour - Simon Ghost Riley x OC

A/N: This is extremely short because it's actually a story - specifically flash fiction unit - for my Creative Writing class. I haven't even done anything with this OC that much tbh. I just decided to write fanfic for this thing. Painfully obvious that it's inspired by Labour by Paris Paloma. Word count: 752. Angst to Fluff. Limited on word count for what it is [ could only go up to 750 ] so it's not the best.

Maisie let out a soft huff, closing her eyes. She flexed her fingers before gripping the edge of the sink, taking a deep breath as she tried to relax. She knew something like this was going to happen. It always did when he returned from deployment. She turned around, looking up at him as she did. The 6’4” man in the skull mask should’ve scared her, should’ve made her tremble in fear especially with all his tactical gear and being covered in head to toe, but after working with him for years and dating for only three with a child, she wasn’t phased by his persona anymore. She was quite sick of it really - how he hid behind the tough guy exterior and more walls than a castle to keep people out. 

She wanted out of the relationship. She should’ve listened to everyone’s warnings prior to getting in a relationship. She should’ve listened to her brother when he told her it was a bad idea to get involved, but here she was years later, retired from being a medic for the task force and living in Manchester. She dried her hands with the kitchen rag before shoving past him, even though she knew he’d just grab at her, stopping her from leaving his presence. 

As if she called it, his gloved hand reached out and grabbed her shoulder, turning her around. 

“Don’t leave when I’m talking to you.” He demanded, looking down at his smaller partner. She quickly tore herself from his grip. She couldn’t believe the audacity he had, but considering he was used to people bending to his every whim and being afraid of his size, she understood why. “Don’t be an asshole every time you come home from deployments or whatever fuckin else the task force has you do now.” She stated bluntly, glaring up at him as she did so. Simon immediately rolled his eyes, removing his mask, his eyes being covered in the god forsaken eyeblack he always wore under his mask. He tossed his mask onto the counter, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Maybe if you weren’t so lazy while I was gone I wouldn’t be.” Simon stated bluntly. Maisie immediately looked up at him, and he was sure if looks would kill, he’d most likely be dead in that moment. It was safe for him to assume he fucked up. 

“Lazy? I’m Lazy?” Maisie questioned, before chuckling darkly. “I’m raising our daughter, Simon, and with that, every time you come home, you get to come home to a spotless house, hot meal, and whatever fuckin’ else!” She yelled. “You come home to me, ready to bandage you up and wait on you hand and foot, but god forbid I don’t wanna have sex with you as soon as you get home though.” She walked past him, hoping he wouldn’t follow. Of course, the thud of the man’s boots are quick to follow after her. God she was thankful her daughter was at a friend’s house. 

“Honestly, I’m your therapist, maid, a baby factory even though I can’t get pregnant, nurse, servant..You name it Simon Riley and all those roles are filled by me, including taking on a fatherly role for our daughter because you’re never here like you promised you be.” Maisie stated, venom dripping from each word.  She couldn’t hold it in anymore, she had been keeping it bottled up with the exception of her weekly therapy appointments. Thankfully, her therapist was a saint who helped her build up this courage to talk back to him. 

Simon just glared at her. He wasn’t used to her snapping at him, or really standing up for herself against him. Usually, she was pliant. He easily molded her into what he wanted in a spouse, despite the fact that he was barely home to even benefit from all the work he put into making her what he wanted. Sure, they didn’t start out that way, but the little ideas in his head had fully bloomed to turn him into an even shittier man than he already was, and it was too late to change that - he knew he’ll probably just get more shitty anyways. 

Simon let out a soft huff, running a hand through his hair. He wasn’t one to express his emotions much, but this certainly made him realize he had to stop being emotionally constipated all the time. “Let's talk about this, yeah?” He questioned.

“Fine” Maisie agreed, knowing she would regret this.

[soapyghostie]

I just found your account and I love your writing so far, it's nice to have a slasher headcanon account that's sfw

Anyway I wanna request the reader getting comforted after having a meltdown due to stress(I'm not sure how else to word it)

I was hoping for Ash Williams, Billy Loomis and Chop Top if possible

Thank you and sorry if I wrote anything weird I'm still kinda anxious sending asks to people

Hey! Yeah, I agree. There isn’t enough sfw accounts anymore for slashers. Also, this was a great ask! I could get pretty creative because of how vague your ask was. I hope you enjoy a little bit of my creative scenarios with the characters you picked. 🤗

Ash Williams

The most likely time you’ll get stressed out with him is when you guys are fighting deadites. There’s so many of them that it leaves you exhausted, physically and mentally; however, you don’t want to turn into one so you don’t have a choice. 

When you and Ash found a resting place, you sat down immediately. The exhaustion took over your whole body and your mind was racing; all you could think about was ways to keep you and Ash from getting killed. Nevertheless, Ash was never any help easing that stress; he was always an out-there kinda person, getting into trouble and fighting these beasts for his own enjoyment. 

Ash stopped his glory rant when he heard your breathing become uneven: he could see how stressed you were about the whole situation. No matter how much he loved fighting deadites and bragging about how amazing he was, he loved you even more and he’d stop all this heroic business if you asked him to. Just say the word and it’s over. 

He walked over and sat down next to you. He put his hand on your back and rubbed circles into it, attempting to calm you down. He whispered words of comfort. Even though he finds deadite killing fun, there was one time in his life he didn’t. It had overwhelmed him. After all, he had to kill the people he loved just to survive so he understands. 

Ash keeps watch while you rest. He doesn’t want you to burn out, but he cares too much about you to let what happened to his other loved ones happen to you. Once you are all rested up, it’ll be time to hit the road and fight deadites again.

Billy Loomis

You’re the smartest kid at school; you care a lot about your grades and getting into a good college. Then there is Billy: a party animal who gives zero fucks about grades. He doesn’t know how the hell you guys started dating because of how much of a polar opposite you guys are, but here you are. 

It was senior year and you were trying to get yourself into college while preparing for exams: you had several essays to write and study books to look over. You were extremely stressed out. Well, apparently Billy can sense when you're stressed because here he comes through your window!

Billy teases you tremendously about how you only care about school work and that you need to get out more. Maybe if you lived a little, you won’t get so stressed out all the time. Don’t listen to Billy, he just wants you to come party at Stu’s house. If you want to study and get into that D1 college, then you go!

Once Billy stops teasing you, he, for real, shuts your study books in front of your face and makes you lay on your bed. You need a break. Seriously, you're mentally draining yourself so chill. He’ll turn on your favorite movie and make you some popcorn.

Billy will cuddle you until you fall asleep. Then he’ll get up and make sure everything is neat and tighty. He’ll leave your movie on so you have a little background noise; also, so you don’t hear him leave. He doesn’t want to startle you. He gives you a kiss on your forehead and leaves out where he came in.

Choptop Sawyer

It’s not just anything that stresses you out, it’s Choptop. He’s your stressor. This man will literally give you gray hairs: just look at Drayton’s hair. Poor Drayton will probably die from a stroke caused by no other than Choptop and Nubbins.  

Anyways, yeah. Don’t think that Choptop doesn’t know he’s causing you stress because he definitely does. He’s just doing it on purpose because he’s a little shit like that. However, he actually knows his limits surprisingly. 

If you tell him you need alone time away from him, he completely understands or he’ll try to be less of a shit head. He’ll offer you a massage or some food, anything that you want. He wants to show you that he cares and his appreciation for putting up with him. He knows it’s a lot. 

He’ll tell you jokes; his jokes are so bad that they're good. He gets you laughing every single time. Jokes are a great way to get someone to show their carefree side. You and him will tell jokes back and forth all afternoon long, forgetting about the stresses of the day and Choptop. 

Choptop will pull out his record player and play some of his favorite stolen records. They help him relax so he hopes they help you relax too. Bonus if you guys end up dancing in the living room and get the whole family to join too.

[gloivy]

first sentence patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

thanks for tagging me @annanother-thing <3

i’m actually surprised at the variation, i anticipated a lot more dialogue sneaking in here hahaha. i still feel like i maybe need to get a bit more creative with my opening lines though

motion sickness - Ginny/Tom | 796 words | M

I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you IhateyouIhateyouIhateyouIhateyouIhateyou I love you.

Correspondence on the Bathroom Door - Pansy/Hermione | 2k words | T

Being the only lesbian in this place is causing me to die a slow torturous death

I’ve seen the future and I don’t want to live anymore - Pansy/Hermione | 1.9k | M

The bride lifts her veil, and then Hermione Granger is looking back at her—with such visceral adoration, that butterflies erupt within Pansy.

A Collision with Certain Doom - Hermione/Draco | WIP | M

Curled in a seat by the window, Hermione can almost pretend it is the Hogwarts Express and not a rundown muggle Scotrail train that rumbles along the tracks.

if you never bleed, you’re never gonna grow - Crookshanks & Hermione | 1.4k | T

“There you are, Crookshanks! Pspspspsps!”

nobody nobody nobody - Lavender/Parvati | 1.8k | M

Through the open window, she listened.

Obliviously Ever After - Harry/Draco | 2k | M

“I’m not gay,” Harry says exasperatedly for what has to be the tenth time in minutes. “I just shag Malfoy now and again—for the sake of catharsis, ridding ourselves of our demons and all that, fucking away the animosity.”

The Death March - Lucius/Narcissa | 533 words | T

Narcissa finished off her tea and peered at the leaves painting the bottom of her cup.

THE DIVINE ARE OUT TO KILL US - Pansy/Ginny | 3.6k | T

Fate works in the silliest of ways—often disguising itself as a curse.

The Weight of the Void - Hermione/Draco | 5.5k | E

Darkness smothers him like a heavy blanket.

tagging @bee-prescott @venom0usbarbie @girl-with-goats @vitaminpops <3

[ghostmaldo]

🍉 This is it, For Palestine🍉

I don’t know where to start. I’ve never done something like this before. Never knowing if my voice out of millions will be heard. But none of that matters anymore. I’ve put all that fear aside and even if one person shares, if one person can find it in their heart to help. Even if one person shares this for their followers to see. its worth it.

People are dying and have been dying for five months. Dead, no longer living, no longer alive. No longer able to see the light of day, to enjoy their lives with their familes, their children, their loves ones or chase after their own dreams. All taken in less a second. Lied to about safe zones, trapped, and killed is a lesser manner than cattle. And for what? Tell me FOR WHAT? Because they simply live different then we do? Religion, money, somebody please tell me BECAUSE I DON”T UNDERSTAND. I am beyond the notion of angry. I look at them and I see people just trying to survive. They’re just trying to live like everyone else. We have the same hearts, same limbs, eyes, mouths, dreams…Whats the difference between their children and our children. Nothing. It’s hard for me to look at my own child and image if this horror was happening to us without breaking out into a sob.

Yet, the media, the nations their doing everything in their power to keep it all quiet. Like its not some serious ordeal to bomb a few several thousands of innocent people. Fuck they try to make it seem their doing the world a favor. I hate this stupid fucking nation and I mean that with my entire chest. I may have been born here but I do not stand with this governments. These old ass cruel and evil men and women who have the power to stop this with the snap of their fingers. But they DONT. THEY REFUSE. And still the nation parades themaround like show dogs. I’m amazed, baffled how a little green rectangle comepletly bewitches you old fucking white men.

Please, please, please, I’m begging on my fucking knee’s for anyone reading this to hear Palestines cries. America has tried to convince us we don’t matter in all of this but we do. We matter the most. We HAVE to spread this like wild fire and we have to do it NOW. No one deserves genocide. No one deserves to die under a bomb buried in ruble. And I an’t stress this enough, children included. Children brutally mustered before their lives have even begun. What they’ve done to the people of Palestine is everything evil and vile. I’ve tried my best to compile a list of resources that will help the people of Gaza/Rafa/Palastine. And please feel free to add more, this is it. If you’ve been waiting for a sign, for a moment. This is it.

I’m sorry I had to use the tags in my favor. I have to make sure this reaches as many eyes as possible.

https://afsc.org/news/6-ways-you-can-support-palestinians-gaza

A list of 6 ways to support Gaza. Including contacting your congress and DEMAND cease of fire. Participating in marches (Please so stay safe while doing so), keeping up with corporations supporting the genocide and immediatly boycotting and holding them responsible for their participation. And many others

https://www.savethechildren.org/us/where-we-work/west-bank-gaza

If you have the means to do so heres a donation pool for helping children and medical resources for Gaza

https://www.itsnicethat.com/news/gaza-resource-list-creative-industry-031123

Heres a well put together list of ways we can also support Palestine.

https://fmep.org/resource/ways-to-support-palestinians-in-the-gaza-strip/

Another list to support Palestinians

If anyone can find the accounts of the familes, journalist, anyone speaking about Gaza please, Reblogs and put their names in. Thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope this finds someone. Anyone.

~Maldo

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Your writing is good enough, in fact one of the best in the fandom, it's just that engagement has become very hard lately. I feel it's a mix of too much new content so people read less fics, a lot of new fans treat writers like content creators and only know the Like button (which is cool but doesn't motivate/encourage us). And then if you're not part of the very active clique on here you'll often be ignored as well. I've been writing for the fandom since season 1 came out and while I still get likes daily on my fics, comments have become a very rare thing now and it's completely killed my motivation to even want to write anymore, and tbh also to want to read. It may come back, it may not but for now it is what it is. Don't feel bad about it, the problem isn't you and it's definitely not the quality of your writing.

Thank you for being kind, and I’m sorry that you’re being made to feel this way too!

I do think it is human nature to stick to what you know and the safety bubble of your friendship group, I don’t resent people for that. I understand it. But I would encourage people to step outside of their comfort zone. I have found some banging fics and authors by imposing myself upon people I don’t know lol

I do try to mix and engage with everyone I see that crosses my dash in some capacity, as I know cliques can make fandom feel inaccessible, and I am all about nurturing community and encouraging people to be creative.

I grow weary of supporting others and never being supported myself though. I am so grateful to the people who do boost my day by reblogging, commenting, etc. but it feels like I am largely ignored, simply because I don’t check the right boxes for the circle of fake niceness that many people subscribe to. I bring a kind of “slide into your DMs to resolve issues” vibe to the fandom that people don’t really like 😬

I was discussing this with a friend earlier, and we touched upon how people newer to fandom, or just younger in age, view fandom the same as other consumerist platforms like TikTok and Instagram, so if they read a fic that they perceive as better than theirs, they won’t share it, out of fear of squashing their own reach, which just isn’t how fandom works.

The competitive edge is killing fandom and writers need to start realising they need to be supporting each other, not stepping on one another’s necks to “get ahead”. There is no Tumblr fame. We’re all fucking losers here, whether your follower count is 5 or 50,000.

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Ari. Honey. Darling. Love.

I am not joking when I say I will rip into any bitch who is mean to you. Your work is fantastic. You are fantastic. Respectfully and disrespectfully people on the internet are too sensitive and need to learn to takes things with a groan of salt.

You are more than allowed to write darker fics. It’s a writing form for a reason. If people out there can’t look at your work and see it as a fictional creation meant to explore a means of creativity then fuck them. They don’t even have to read it. They can just skip over it or block the tags or you even.

Like. I don’t know how other people read fics or watch movies or the shows but the point of them is to pretend for a little while. To have fun with it. People happily watch horror movies and watch murder documentaries or screwed up stuff like that when some of the events are based on real life going ons. But they can’t handle a little (incredibly well written and thought out) story that they DONT EVEN HAVE TO READ IF THEY DONT WANT!!???

I’m dead ass serious. If there are people being mean to you you need to tell me or even just post the ask with a period as a response and let your wonderful followers come at them with bricks and pitchforks. You may not be mean. But I am for the people I care about.

We protect our own in this community.

I am... just... bear with me for a sec... when I want to put somebody on my rec list, I always ask first. people don't usually do that but I really prefer to, because I wouldn't blame somebody if they didn't want to be publically associated with my blog, you know? that just makes you a target as well if someone is awful enough (especially if you're a writer too...), and I don't want anyone to ever get upsetting messages or asks because of me. I even often end up asking if I should go on anon if a mutual's blog is particularly soft, so that they don't get judged for just talking to me.

but every mutual I asked was like, idc lmao I like your writing and if anyone has a problem then too bad 😭 so my point is... you have no idea how much it means to me that you're willing to put yourself forward and... how much it means that you all chose to stand by me. I am never joking when I say to people that I don't want to involve them in my fights, I don't want them to become a target too. you're such a sweet, kind soul, and you don't deserve to deal with rude comments. and it would kill me if you had to just because you stood up for me.

but the fact that you want to and are willing to means more to me than you will ever know. because I don't feel so alone anymore. I don't know how to thank you properly, I don't know how to thank any of my mutuals really, but I do know that I love you all with my entire heart. 🥹❤️ And I love you, so much.

Thank you for being here, thank you for being you <3 and thank you for being my friend. 🥹 Because you're a wonderful one. I love you <3

[alieinthemorning]

Injury [Ace Trappola | Maeda Yuuna]

Content: Injury, Strong Language, Original Character(s)

Pairing: Ace Trappola/Maeda Yuuna

Header: @/n_twst on Twitter

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This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

Ace wouldn't say that he was worried.

Out loud

But he was really fucking worried.

She doesn't really understand why Crowley let her (and Grim) go with Ace and Deuce into some mine to fetch some gemstone. She supposed it was because he believed it would have been an easy in and out job. Go get the stone, return before midnight, and no one gets kicked out. And if anything were to go wrong, well she had two freshmen who knew magic and Grim who could blow fire at it.

Well, it wasn't easy, though. It actually almost costed them their lives. There was so black-goo-snowglobe monster in the mines that seemed to be dead set on killing them. Despite this very scary fact, their group was able to take the thing out and get what they needed.

However,

"Why the fuck would you let a magicaless human go to the mines with them? Why would you let any of them go in the first place!" Vita, the school's Head Nurse, snapped at Crowley.

Currently, out of the four in their group, Yuuna was the only one heavily bandaged and still resting in bed.

"How was I supposed to know there was supposed to be—" Crowley began, but snapped his mouth shut as Vita snarled.

"Finish that sentence, I fucking dare you, Dire." She let him stew in his silence for a bit before sighing roughly and turning away. "Whatever. Get out."

"Yes, of course." He turned his attention to Ace and Deuce. "Come along now, Trappola, Spade—"

"No. They're staying as well." Vita rolled her eyes at his dumbfounded look. "I need to monitor their blot levels."

"Ah yes—my apologies." He bid them all a good night, then left with his head low.

"He is so fucking stupid..." Vita mumbled under her breath as she crossed the room to rummage through some drawers.  "Boys, change into these." She handed them both something, probably pajamas, and pointed them to the bathrooms.

"And you," She turned her attention to Yuuna. "I'm going to make a potion for you to help numb your pain and get you to sleep, okay?"

Yuuna simply nodded, already too tired to talk anymore. She just sat there, petting Grim, who had fallen asleep not long after Vita had given him a quick once over. The potion was finished not long after Ace and Deuce were dressed and in bed. She took it with no problems. And then very suddenly,

she was dreaming.

Ace wouldn't say that he was worried.

Out loud

But he was really fucking worried.

"Why isn't she waking up?" Deuce, who was wearing his worry more visibly than him, asked.

"The potion I gave her last night will keep her asleep as her body heals." Vita answered nonchalantly as she looked over their magestones. "Anyway, you two are good to go." She handed them their pens back. "Just don't get into trouble again, so that Crowley doesn't make you do stupid shit again."

"When will she wake up...?" Ace asked, looking over Yuuna.

She didn't look like she was in pain or anything. She looked really relaxed, actually.

She just wasn't awake and that was really freaking him out.

"When she wakes up." She maneuvered them toward the door. "Now, shoo."

She didn't wake up for four days.

Ace, for some reason or other, visited her everyday. He didn't stay long, just gave Grim so food and asked Vita about her condition. His eyes may have lingered, but his body didn't.

Then she finally woke up and she wasn't even in the infirmary.

"She's back at her dorm." Vita said as he opened the door.

He muttered a thanks and turned heel, dashing for Ramshackle.

And there she was, sitting outside on the porch steps. Just breathing and watching.

"So...you couldn't just wait there?"

She just stared at him for a minute, then answered, "Nah, I don't really like doctor's offices like that." She smirked, "What? Were you waiting for me to wake up or something?"

Ace looked away, "No way! It was just weird that you slept for so long..."

"It was a pretty good sleep, though." Yunna lifted her arms in a stretch, then patted the stop beside her. "Come, sit with me."

He doesn't know why he did. He had gotten what he wanted. She was awake and seemed fine enough. There was no point to linger there, but he did.  He sat down beside her (with space in between them) and just...existed together.

It was weird, but nice.

Time for me to admit it. I struggle so hard to not write in second person (You). I start going and I switch back and then I snap out of it and have to fix it lol.

Anyway, two things:

One, oh lookie! It's Vita from TwistedχHearts(AO3)! Basically, I'm probs gonna take all those staff/student OCs from there and MOVE THEM OVER HERE (You (main character from TwistedχHearts(Quotev) will not be making an appearance tho)!

Two, things sure were said at the end there, huh?

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[blog-by-kij]

The amount to which I get mad at this and the degree to which I want to defend the show SpongeBob and everyone who works on it is honest to god excessive and frankly pathetic BUT

That’s what tumblr is for. This is the last website standing where I can be insane publicly and it’s ok, and if I don’t exercise my rights why have them? You are so god damn annoying if you whine bitch and complain about “nEw sPoNgeBob iS bAd and aWeFUL aNd tErriBle and ALL hE dOEs iS CRY and hE uSeD to hAve a peRoNaLiTy iN OLD bob AND tHe aNiMaTioN is BAD nOw aND iTs SHIt nOw aNd tHe CrEAtoR wOuLd HaTe it Now anD THe wRIteRs SuCk nOw” and on and on and on. Like god. That’s annoying enough on its own honestly because it so disrespectful and disgraceful to the creators and writers of the show. Like how dare you honestly, think you know better than them. How dare you put words into anyone’s mouth about their own creation…god forbid if they’re not alive anymore! You are sick in the head if you do that!! Vile behavior!!

Every day I’m thankful that I don’t work in any part of this show because it would just kill my heart if I ever had to log on and all I see is people talking like that. You all suck because you say you love artists and creators but not when they create anything new. You all suck because you demand something impossible from creators and that’s to create something new that’s old that your nostalgia infected brain would like.

But it’s also pokes my bone because none of you fuckers who hate the show now have even seen any of the new stuff!!! Perform research before commenting!!! You literally are stuck on season 5 please move past season 5 or 6 or whichever one it was that you decided you were too old for please. We are on the 14th season oh my god give it a fucking chance. Good god how could you honestly just write off literally ALL of that, all of the writers, all of the animators, all of the creators of the newer stuff just like that for no real reason other than you assume it’s bad???? What because it’s…. n e w ….and you hate new things???? What the fuck is art for if not make new things??? Yes SpongeBob is art, everything creative is art, I rest in peace on this hill.

By the way it is one million and one percent fine to have grown out of something and moved on in life but whyyyyy WHHYY do you then need to denigrate the show, the process and the artists for something that’s still going just because you’ve outgrown it now? So what, now every media, every art that you grow out of has to stop existing just because you don’t like it anymore? Freak.

I hate nostalgia so much honestly because it just mind numbing stupid nonsense. I hate nostalgia as a concept and even more as an identity because it’s controlling and restrictive in how it doesn’t want anything new ever be made and it expects nothing new ever be good and how it deliberately seeks our negativity and how it inherently forces you to remain in the past which is not even possible! Sucks to be nostalgic because life is better now than it was then, yes it actually is better now. The only reason why you could say it was better then is because you was a literal goo for brains child and everyone else around you took care of your problems, and tbh children tend to have less problems generally (hopefully) (but on the contrary they also don’t deal with those problems as well as adults). Nostalgia as an identity to identify with is bad for you because it keeps you in this weird annoying negative self pity party that wants nothing to grow past or beyond whatever the time period it is and it also wants you to never grow beyond that point too!!! Nostalgia want to make you blame everyone and everything else for why your life isn’t like how it was when you were a child when the simple answer for that is that it’s just because you’re not a child anymore and actually…that’s fine. That’s literally how it’s supposed to be? That’s life and why that’s something negative for you and why you would want to permanently remain a child is mysterious to me.

Also, like no shit technology is better now than in the 90s. No shit animation companies will use the newer and better technology that makes it easier and yes better. Oh my god do you want them to….…not??? Fucking why?? It’s big “my favorite artists are not popular, suffer, and starve and if they get too popular I don’t like them anymore” energy.

Yes this triggers me no I don’t care if you think that’s pathetic because it is but so is constantly badgering and trashing something you’ve never seen just because you’re too old now, so is trashing on the good work of creators and the creators themselves just because you don’t like it, so is assuming that you’re right and having no evidence to back it up, so is deciding that you’re right for stupid nonsense reasons, and so is being permanently stuck in nostalgia. If ever you say you respect artists then actually fucking do it.

[mermaidxatxheart]

Better Together Chapter Twelve

It's been a minute since I've posted a new chapter. I was beginning to think that no one really wanted to read this anymore. If you like it and you want to keep reading it, please please please reblog. I can't stress enough how important it is to reblog creative pieces, writing, art, gifsets, and the things people make here. It spreads awareness to your favorite creators and lets everyone see the talent that people have. It also helps motivate your favorite creators to keep creating. Thanks for coming to my very important Ted Talk.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 2858

Warnings: Bryce being an asshole, which I think is a given at this point. Snap being a treasure. Violence as usual. Swearing as usual.

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Chapter Twelve

Poe

He shifts against his pillow, restless. He wants to be up. He feels fine, flu-speaking. He hasn’t slept properly since being in here. He wants to see you. He needs to hold you. 

“Hey, buddy.” Snap says, taking his usual seat outside the glass. 

“Did you see her?” Poe asks. He hates being stuck here. 

“Yeah, we had breakfast together. She seemed distracted, didn’t eat a ton. She said she was going back to her room to sleep.” He sighs, and Poe turns to look at him. Behind him is Beaumont. 

“Why is that a bad thing?” He asks. 

“Well, a couple hours ago, several people saw Bryce run into the hangar and take Y/N’s ship. No one knows where he went. So when we heard that, Mak and I went to check on her. She was passed out on the floor of her room, shaking.” Beau says carefully. 

Poe’s hands fist in the sheets. He’s going to murder Bryce. Straight kill him. The Resistance won’t miss much. He doesn’t actually do anything. “And then?” He asks through clenched teeth. 

“We woke her up and she flipped shit. Kicked us out, told us to leave her alone, that she doesn’t need anyone checking on her. She bolted from the room a few seconds after we left.”

“Okay. Fuck this. I’m leaving. I’m out of here.” Poe grunts, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. 

“Buddy, are you sure?” Snap asks. 

“Yeah. I gotta find her.” He looks at Beau. “You know she didn’t mean it.” He says and Beaumont nods. 

“I know.”

A medical droid rolls over and beeps at him angrily. “Can it.” He snaps, grabbing his coat. 

“Want help looking for her?” Snap asks. 

“Not currently. You guys better get back to work before Leia has my head. I have a few ideas of where she might be.” Poe says, exiting the quarantine. 

“Alright. We’re here to help if you need us.” Beau says and Poe is so grateful that he’s not mad at you. 

He claps him on the shoulder, taking off down the hallway. He looks in your room, first. Just to be sure. He doesn’t really think he’ll find you there, but better to be safe than sorry. 

Just as he suspects, it’s empty. Okay, maybe you went to your lab to get lost in some work. He heads that way, unable to stop his eyes from darting down every hallway and into every darkened room. 

Your lab, however, is empty. Your work is put away. It doesn’t even smell like you. With a sigh he backs out, turning to face back down the hallway. 

Someone is turning quickly down a hallway about fifteen feet from him. He’d recognize that hair anywhere. He jogs down to the junctions of the hallways, turning to follow you. But he can’t see you anymore. 

There’s nothing down here but cleaning supplies anyway, nothing you would need to be down here for. He frowns to himself. Maybe he imagined it? Maybe it wasn’t you?

He closes his eyes to think for a minute. When you want to avoid people, when you want to get some peace and quiet, you go to the tower. 

He heads that way, his hands itching to hold you. It’s been longer than he can stand and he’s a little worried that if it doesn’t happen soon, he might explode. 

Five hours later

Poe leans against the wall, hands over his face. Snap is across from him, trying, and failing, not to look amused. 

“She’s hiding from me.” He says finally, lowering his hands. 

“You don’t know that.” Snap yawns. It’s late, almost middle of the night. 

“Snap, I literally saw her running away in the mess hall. Someone called my name and she fled.” He sighs. 

“Okay. So, she needs some space. Let her have it for a little bit. If she doesn’t come around tomorrow, have Leia call her into a meeting or something and talk to her there.” He shrugs. 

Except he needs you. He can’t sleep. And he knows you have to be suffering, too. 

“Alright. Thanks for sticking with me this long, buddy.” 

“Hey. I knew what I was getting into.” Snap grins. 

“Go get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” Poe says, pushing away from the wall. Instead of heading for his room, he heads for the garage. Bryce isn’t that good of a pilot. He would have to log his coordinates at some point. 

He scans through the logs, looking for your signature. It pisses him off to no end that Bryce took your ship. That’s personal. You don’t just fly another person’s ship. It’s like using their toothbrush. 

Unfortunately, the idiot hasn’t registered yet, so Poe can’t fly out and kill him. He swings by the tower one more time to find it empty. He sighs and heads back towards your room. If you’re not there, he’s sleeping on your bed. He doesn’t give a fuck anymore about Bryce. That coward isn’t worth his weight in bantha shit.

Your door opens and the room is empty, but it smells like you. He steps inside and kicks off his shoes, laying out on your bed. He pulls your pillow towards his face, breathing in deep. 

***

If droids could look sour, this one does. Probably because it’s sick of having to stitch you back up. It beeps quietly, angrily. The last one is replaced and you pull your shirt back down. 

It was stupid to run from Poe, but you can easily admit what a coward you are. When you found him sleeping in your bed last night, pillow tucked against his chest, you watched for a few minutes. His breathing was even, his sleep deep and easy. 

Good. At least someone got some rest. You slept in the tower, cold and uncomfortable, but no less than what you deserve. 

Bryce, as far as you know, is still gone. Probably getting as far from you as he can. 

The droid beeps again and you get the message. The next time it has to stitch you up, you’re staying in that bed. 

You get up, walking towards the exit when you see Bryce heading right for you. Panic grips you and you dart left into the ladies fresher. He’s more determined than you give him credit for, because he follows you right in, cornering you against the sink. 

“You can’t be in here.” You tell him, face flushing furiously. 

“Well, I need to talk to you.” He hisses. 

The door behind him opens and a woman you only know by sight walks in. “This is for females.” She says bluntly. 

Bryce grabs your arm and drags you out, pulls you down the hall and pushes you into a dark room. The emergency lights click on at the motion and your stomach plummets. 

In the middle of the room is a table with restraints at the ends. An operating table. A cold sweat breaks out on your skin as you look around nervously. 

“Y/N, I need you to come with me.” He starts. “I found a doctor, a cosmetic surgeon. He can fix you. He can get rid of the scars.” He says, smiling softly at you. “I made you an appointment, but we have to go.” 

Your eyes finally land on him as you comprehend what he says. “Fix me? Fix me?” You demand, your voice turning shrill. “How can you even suggest that to me right now? Do you even know? Do you understand what I went through?” You snap. He takes a step forward and you match it backward. 

How can he even suggest letting someone poke and prod at you and cut you open? 

“Fuck off.” You say coldly, shoving past him and out into the hallway. You walk and walk until you find yourself outside the records room, crying. 

No one will ever suspect you’re in here. 

***

“Hey! Y/N! The General wants to see you.” Setti calls to your hiding spot.

You sigh softly, shutting down your holopad. “Where?” You reply. 

“Uh,” you can hear paper crinkle as she checks her note. “Poe’s ship? She wants to ask you about some things.” She says, and you hear her walk away. 

Poe’s ship? Did you miss something when you came back? You checked every inch of that ship for a tracker. Did she find something you hadn’t? Did you put the whole base in trouble? Your heart hammers in your chest as you scramble down and run to the hangar. 

Poe’s ship has the ramp open and you make your way inside, looking for Leia. The ramp closes behind you and you spin around, startled. 

“Y/N,” Poe starts behind you and you clench your fists. “Sweetheart, what’s going on?” He asks softly. 

You turn to face him, working hard to make your expression cold. You don’t want to melt for him, can’t handle his look of disgust. 

“What are you doing?” You snap. 

“Y/N, please? Talk to me. I thought we agreed-“ he starts. 

“I’m fine. I don’t know why everyone keeps asking. I’m fine.” Your hands tremble at your sides and you can only hope he doesn’t notice. 

“Then why have you been avoiding me?” He asks. 

Your mouth opens as you fumble to think of a reason. “I can’t rely on you all the time! You aren’t always going to be here. I have to be able to survive on my own.” Your voice cracks and he steps forward, looking like you’ve just killed him. 

“I promised you I’m not going anywhere. And I mean that.” He takes your hands gently. “But I understand you wanting space. I’ll give you that until you want me again.” He says, your heart tightens painfully in your chest. Oh, how to tell him that it’s not that you don’t want him, it’s that he won’t want you. “You know where to find me. Just don’t push your friends away. We all need people.” He pulls you against him, hugging you tightly. He buries his face in your hair for a moment before he lets you go. He pushes the button for the ramp and you practically run down and out into the sunshine. You walk through the hangar, narrowly avoiding Bryce as he enters. 

Space. You need space to think. You head for the mess hall, planning on grabbing a caf and going somewhere to be alone. 

You round the corner into the hallway outside the hall and the sound of your name stops you dead. Nya is in the middle, with her best friend. 

“Ugh, Y/N. I wish she had stayed on her little vacation. It was so much easier to be with Bryce when he wasn’t all concerned that she would catch us. Don’t get me wrong, sneaking around can be fun. But it was much better when he could really let go. And Y/N is so fucking annoying. Always crying ever since she got back.”

“She was kidnapped and tortured.” Her friend says. 

Nya scoffs. “Whatever. She just needs to get over it. Bryce says he’s gonna break up with her soon since she’s not putting out for him anyway. He doesn’t even really care that she’s been with Dameron a ton since they got back. He just likes to give her grief about it. Wants her to feel guilty.” 

Red colors your vision. Your hands shake. Something fills you, numb and excited, heat and cold at the same time. You whirl around, heading back for the hangar where you last saw Bryce. 

Snap

Beau leans against the hull of his engine as Snap has his arm buried deep in its depths. Poe left as soon as Y/N ran off his ship. Poor guy is so in love with her and Snap isn’t sure she even knows. 

“All I’m saying is, someone should spill the beans.” He says, twirling a screwdriver between his fingers. 

“It’s not really our call. She looks like she needs something stable right now, and if we tell her how he feels, it might be yanking the rug out from under her. Plus, he might get pissed at us.” 

“Yeah, but, Snap, come on.” Beau jerks his head over to where Bryce is standing, flirting with a poor mech who doesn’t look interested at all. “She deserves so much better than that moof milker.” He rolls his eyes. 

“I know.” Snap stretches his fingers, reaching for the part he knows is right there. 

“I mean, look at him. He doesn’t care about her. He’s a sleaze.” 

“I’m aware. And trust me, there’s nothing I would love more than to just go over there and cold clock him into the next galaxy.” 

Beaumont groans, scratching the back of his neck with the screwdriver. “I hate him.”

“Join the club. We still don’t know where he took her ship yesterday.” 

The door that connects the hangar to the rest of the compound hisses open and Y/N marches in. Your face is twisted in rage and Snap pulls his arm free. Without seeming to even look around you, you grab a massive wrench laying on a workbench. You find Bryce in the crowd and aim right for him, never looking anywhere else. 

He doesn’t even see you until the mech scurries away and he turns around. “Hey, babe. Have you thought about what I said?” He asks. 

You heft the wrench and swing hard, the tool crunching across Bryce’s face. He spins away, falling to the ground and there’s a collective intake of air from the witnesses. Snap is pretty sure he sees a tooth go flying. 

“Wow. Good hit.” Beau mutters and Snap grins. 

You toss the wrench over your shoulder and it clatters away loudly. You still haven’t said a word and it’s slightly terrifying. 

“What the fuck?” Bryce groans, pushing himself back. You kick his hand out from under him and then sit on him, your hands balling into fists. You whisper something and his eyes get wide. Then you attack, punching him while keeping a death grip on his shirt. His hands are trapped under your legs and so he can’t fight back. 

Good.

Snap and Beau watch, along with the rest of the people in the hangar as you let out some aggression. Setti comes over next to them, wiping her hands. 

“Aren’t you gonna stop her?” She asks. 

Beau and Snap glance at each other, coming to a unanimous decision immediately. “No.” They both answer at once. 

“She could kill him.” Setti tries. 

“She won’t.” Beau shakes his head. “She’ll get tired first.” They watch for a few more minutes, seeing your swings slow. 

“The General is coming!!” Someone shouts, and that gets Snap and Beau moving. Snap approaches you from the side, catching your hand as it flies towards Bryce’s face. 

“Come on. Let’s get you out of here.” He says gently, picking you up and setting you on your feet. Bryce’s once perfect face is a bloody mess, he slumps backwards, barely conscious. 

Snap wraps his arm around your shoulders and leads you out the big hangar door. “How’s your hand?” He asks, taking your wrist gently. Your knuckles are bloody and bruising, and your hand is shaking. All of you is shaking. Snap leads you to his quarters with Beau following closely. 

“What did he do?” Beau asks gently. 

“What didn’t he do?” You mutter. 

“Want us to get Poe?” Snap asks, guiding you into the chair at his desk and grabbing his medkit. 

“No. He’ll just get in trouble, too. I’ve spent enough time getting him into trouble.” 

“You won’t get in trouble. No one in that hangar will talk.” Beau promises. 

Snap cleans your hand, wrapping it carefully. “Are you sure you don’t want Poe?” He asks. 

“I’m sure I don’t want him to know.” You say specifically and that’s a good sign. Not like he won’t find out, though. While no one will tell Leia, they’re bound to tell everyone else. He’s going to find out eventually. 

You lean back in the chair with your eyes closed and his eyes are drawn to a patch of red blossoming across your abdomen. 

“Did you get hurt?” He asks, panic rising in his chest. Poe’s going to kill him.

Your eyes fly open. “What?”

“You’re bleeding!” He reaches for your shirt, not rushed or angrily, but you still slap his hand away and flinch. “Shit, Y/N-“

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it.” You blurt out. 

“It’s not your fault. But we should get you checked out, let’s get to medical.” He says, holding out his hand for you to take. 

“I can go. I’ll take care of it.” You say, pushing yourself up with a wince, avoiding his hand. 

“You shouldn’t go alone.” Snap says, frowning. “If something happens,” 

“I’ll be fine, Snap. I’m sorry I got you dragged into this.” You shake your head. “Thanks for… everything.” You mutter, heading for the exit. 

Snap looks at Beaumont, standing behind him. “Do you think she’ll go?” He asks. 

“No. No, I do not.”

Chapter Thirteen

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[echo-tries-writing]

Here’s the hero x villain/enemies to lovers, fancy ball, daggers to throat as promised!

I didn’t read through this more than one time, so it might be a couple of mistakes in there

Anyway, I gladly take feedback, hope you enjoy<3

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The ball

Word count: 700+

TW: Cursing

“Excuse me?” Hero said to the person in front of them. They were bored to death at the ball they were attending. It was an annual thing, but Hero rarely went, because, well, they knew they would be bored to death. They decided to go this year, though, because the past year they had gotten better, climbed the ranks, even gotten their own nemesis. But that didn’t mean they would try to pay attention to anyone who talked to them.

“I asked if you wanted to dance.” They smiled. They were actually quite good-looking, but Hero wasn’t there to have fun. Just to make a statement. And free food, obviously.

“Oh, I, uh… Was actually waiting for someone. Thank you, though.” They lied. Waiting for something interesting to happen would be closer to the truth, but it never did at these arrangements. Not even the craziest of villains would dare to attack when over half of the heroes in town were in the same place.

The person nodded respectfully and walked away, and as if on cue, someone across the room winked at Hero. Not just any someone. Their nemesis. Villain. How the hell Villain had gotten into this place in the first place, they had no idea, but God knows they were going to find out.

Hero quickly walked across the room, past all the people dancing, heading straight towards Villain. Villain, though, smirked at them, and ran away, into some random hallway, and Hero picked up their pace.

*

They ended up in an empty room. It wasn’t very big, only a couch and a small coffee table was able to fit in there. Out the window, Hero could see the light snow falling from the night sky. They liked snow. They also liked knowing what the hell Villain was up to.

Hero opened their mouth to ask what they were doing and how they got in, but quickly closed it again, when Villain pushed them backwards. In one swift motion, Hero was pinned up against the wall, with Villain’s dagger to their throat.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Villain smirked and pushed their body closer to Hero.

“Don’t call me that. What the fuck are you doing here? And how did you get in?!” Hero rolled their eyes, but felt their face become hotter with the sudden intimacy with their nemesis. Luckily, the room was dark, and Villain didn’t notice.

“Alright then, babe. I’m here to have fun, of course! And I got in by a little thing called identity theft. It works like a charm!”

“Of course you did something illegal to get in.”

“Well, I am a villain after all. Anyway. Let’s get out of here, shall we?” Villain said, but didn’t move. What would Villain do to them anyway? Hero knew they would never actually try to kill them.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Hero said, and pretended to be bored. They weren’t bored anymore, though. They prayed for something interesting to happen, and, well, it did. And although they had a dagger pressed on their throat, they weren’t actually scared. They knew Villain would never hurt them badly, and though they wouldn’t say this out loud, they liked being this close to their nemesis.

“It didn’t exactly look like you were enjoying yourself out there, angel.”

“I don’t exactly enjoy having a dagger on my throat either.” They lied. Villain just chuckled and looked down.

They were only distracted for a second, but that was enough time for Hero. They stomped on Villain’s foot, punched their shoulder, and snapped the dagger right out of their hand. Then they turned them around, pinned them up against the wall, with Villain’s own dagger to their throat. Stupid Hero for not bringing their own weapon. Oh well, it didn’t matter now.

“Wow, okay. If you wanted to pin me up against the wall this bad, you could have just asked.” Villain smirked, and Hero knew it was supposed to annoy them, but it only made their heart pump faster.

“And where’s the fun in that? You don’t need to know what I’m gonna do to you.” Hero whispered. See, things like this were the reason they became a hero in the first place. The sarcastic banter and the flirty undertones with their villain. It gave them adrenalin for days.

“Oh, really?” Villain smirked even more, and lightly traced Hero’s collarbone with their finger. “What are you gonna do, beautiful?”

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As I said, I barely read through this, but I hope it was okay anyway!

And the title is so creative am I right

[hummingbird-games]

A Postmortem 

Some thoughts below the cut! Or, all the things I’ve been holding in that can now be out in the open, a memoir by...oh. Right. As I was saying!

There’s an upbeat version of this posted to itch.io, but I figure we can be a slight bit more honest over here. 

It’s hard to be creative when you’re so sad.

There’s a quote from one of my favorite rom-coms that I’ve read maybe a million times but resonated with me this year. 

It’s such a nasty slap in the face to work on something that brings you joy and that you hope will bring joy to others and feel your brain actively work to take that away from you. And then all your leftover energy is sucked away by outside circumstances. The whole year was a struggle, and I think I cried so much that I contributed to my perpetual hydration lol.

It’s a blessing that the script for HSD:JY was complete and the game deep into production early this year because either there would have been no game OR the tone would have been so outside of my original goal. 2020, the year of conception, I remember being hopeful. And spiteful. And DAMN did I ever have a leading healthy emotion during the creation of this game??? 

I’d had my last rant session with friends and family about one of my previous obsessions, the mobile app Choices, which taught me love, patience, and pain. All in that order. The BLM protests were reaching a fever pitch, and the app had put out a statement that made me see red. My Black body, and my sister’s Black and queer body weren’t being seen, not being represented in the gaming space like I’d always believed they could, and I just couldn’t take it anymore. So I said fuck it, I’ll make the game I want to play. I’ll color it with my experiences, and I’ll focus on the demographic that is either degraded or infantilized. 

2021 was colored by fear and spite, and then eventually I was excited again. My audience had started finding me and I realized I had eyes on me. But I was afraid that I was in over my head, afraid of asking for help and reaching out to people (I seem to have more bad luck than good when it comes to asking for help and it makes me second guess myself.) I had a loose timeline of what I wanted to accomplish, all while lurking on various discords, reading the ren’py documentation, and hopping on YouTube to teach me the things I needed to know. 

Thinking back, there’s really nothing I would make myself do differently. I did the best I could with what I had. And there’s no way I could have predicted how 2022 would affect me or what would happen this year. So. Hence me always signing off my devlogs with “be kind/gentle with yourself” because I know what happens when you’re not. 

Marketing is a bitch. But so am I. When I want to be. 

I think I actively promoted my game like five times. I wasn’t looking to make a huge ground-breaking experience. I just wanted people who liked cute teen games with romance to find my game. But guess what??? That still requires marketing. 🤮

I’m so, so, so thankful to the other developers I met and the early supporters who spread my game when I either wouldn’t (stubborn) or couldn’t (brain go burrr) but it does not make up for actively promoting my game on a consistent basis. I get it. So. I need to either suck it up or like hire an honest to goodness marketing director or social media person or something. I will probably do neither of these things. 💩

That 2-star review will not kill you. Pinky promise. 

Oooof, I see why authors don’t look at their reviews. But I need to know how to better myself!!! I do like seeing high ratings, but what makes my day is when people take the time to write out why they did or didn’t like something I created. To the person who wasn’t too happy that HSD:JY is told from a female perspective with she/her pronouns, I understand your frustration and I’m sorry my game wasn’t for you.

...for the fool who gave my game 2 stars but didn’t bother to explain their rating?? I’m taking it personal. So personal. I’ll hold my grudge forever 😂😂😂

 Go where you want, not where you think you should be. 

I think that just because a creative community gathers mostly in one place, doesn’t mean you should force yourself to spend time there. Yes, this is directed towards Twitter, but I also say this for Reddit and Discord, two other communities that I tried to find a rhythm with and ended up exhausting myself trying to participate in. 

Hummingbird Games has a Twitter presence (barely) because I thought I had to be like the other indie game devs and make a home there. Instead, it’s become another place I talk about every other game except my own 😂 but with less characters! It feels a lot like I got a seat at the adult table, but I abandoned it to go draw with crayons on the back porch until it’s dinner time.

You’ve learned so much. Now learn some more. 

I made music tracks that are in my game! I reached out to artists, a GUI and a character one and was anxious as hell but I did it. I went through three different text editors against my will and my hatred for sudden change, but I survived. Mostly. Canva and Photopea were my best friends! And they shall continue to be the tools I use until I die!

I would like to eventually code in accessibility options into HSD, both the full game and the bonus game, and of course have them moving forward. Also, while I never got around to doing it for this project, I’d like to incorporate character customization. It was a planned option (along with CGs, SOB!) that got cut due to lack of funds. 

I also will make sure that I have some kind of beta testing moving forward. Yes, I did it for this project but looking back on it, with a few awesome people who gave me useable feedback, the overall process was such a trainwreck! I didn’t know what I was doing, and it bled into my confidence. I will do better next round.

You should stick with writing (affectionate) 

I can’t draw. I cussed and cried every time programming was involved. Music was okay but I had more fun searching for tracks I liked and could use over creating my own stuff (which I did only because at the time nothing I came across fit my audio needs.) 

But the drafting stage? And the writing and rewriting and the revelations I had? Super fun. 10/10, would recommend. If I can move into a direction where I can continue to delegate tasks to others and leave myself to focus on the writing and storytelling aspect, that would be the dream.

But. I am a solo dev. I still gotta put in the work 😭 So continue to look forward to posts of me crying and complaining about how much I suck and it sucks. I will sugar coat nothing.

If money doesn’t buy happiness, why does it make life so much easier????

There’s really nothing to elaborate on. Making a game is so expensive, oh my God, and while I hated the call center job I had, it helped fund 80% of this game, and that was more helpful that I realized. 

But moving forward, I will seriously consider looking into grants. I’m not sold on crowd funding, and I’d rather not have to dip into my job paycheck so much to cover gaming expenses. I know other developers do this, and I did it too, but I don’t know how sustainable this would be for me. Plus there’s other things I wanna buy and it’s super unfair (to me) to have to choose between affording a programmer’s rates or additional poses for character sprites 🥺 

You’ll need to recover

I know everyone is different and therefore it’s the only reason that explains why I made a game and I feel like death, and others have made a game or games and have already jumped into production for their next project.

...how does it feel to have endless energy? I wish I was like some of y’all but I really just want to sleep. Knowing this about myself now, I’ll need to factor in a ‘recovery period’ after each completed production cycle. I know a bunch of factors are involved in my slow down period, but whether it’s two months, or two years, I guess my body will let me know 😭

[supremewolfren]

Stars to Dust to Stars Again.

Pairing: Reader/Kylo Ren (a little Poe/Reader as well)

Summary: Reader and Kylo have a past, where they planned their future together and he left her... She never stopped thinking of him.

Warnings: none this is soft as fuck.

Word Count: 1476

AN: This was supposed to be a quick prompt fic to get me out of my funk and get me posting my works -on a new blog- again. It went off the train, but that's okay!!! So here it is! And a big big big forever shoutout to @huffle-pissed / @creatively-analytical who helped reignite my love for writing. I cannot wait to continue this path you've helped put me on. I love you so much and I am so thankful for you!!!

Being a rebel meant a life of fighting, joining the rebellion at a young age made that life shorter but more stressful. Being born into a rebellion? Even worse. Choosing to leave everything you knew… a disaster waiting to happen. 

The flower sitting on your desk by your bunk shouldn’t have been there. They didn’t grow on D’Qar…. There was only one person who knew this flower was your favorite, and the fact that it was here could only mean one thing he knew. 

“Hey!” the knock on your door startled you as it slid open, “you okay?” Poe questioned with a small smile, he always loved seeing you, however he didn’t expect you to be so jumpy. 

“Hey hotshot, lookin good,” you mused with a soft laugh, as you moved towards him, “sorry, this mission has my nerves fried. Made me a little jumpy.” Wrapping your arms around him, your fingers found their way into the hair at the nape of his neck. 

Resting his forehead against yours, he gave a soft smile, “we’ll be okay. You’ll be okay. I don’t want you on that base anymore than you want to be there. I’ll be above you cheering you on.” 

“Now, lets go stardust,” he placed a gentle kiss to your head before tugging you out of the room.

—

Wrapping your arms around Leia, you let out a shaky breath, “I’ll bring him home… I promise,” your love for Poe was strong… but you needed to try to bring Ben home. This was your destiny, this was the last shot you had at bringing Ben home. You’d never forgive yourself for not trying. 

“Don’t kill yourself trying, you have a life here,” she mused softly into your hair, “May the force be with you.” 

Pulling yourself away, you gave her a quick short nod, “And with you.”

“Come away with me, we can see the stars,” Ben said, extending his hand towards you as you sat on the floor of your cabin, cleaning your light saber, “please.” 

“Okay okay! Jeez,” you laughed, taking his hand and placing your light saber to the side, you allowed him to pull you to your feet. He placed a small pink flower in your hand and pulled you to lead you outside before dropping your hand. Relationships were forbidden between Jedi’s and for Jedi’s to have in general. You knew and could feel the darkness growing in him but you had hoped you could keep him from going and losing himself. 

Following next to him, you both were silent in the night. The sky was surprisingly clear, more than it usually was. While you wanted to believe this meant nothing but good for them and the future, you could still feel the negativity. Something was coming, something big, something world shattering. You weren’t sure you’d ever be ready for it. Finding your spot on the cliffside, you gently - without any grace - sat down next to him and leaned your head against his shoulder. The stars were bright, “where do you want to go next?” 

It was a question you both had asked numerous times, but this time it felt more definite as he linked his fingers with yours, “where you are my love is where I will be.” 

Little did you know, he’d be leaving you that night after you both returned back to bed. 

Han’s scream for Ben shook you out of your memory, bringing you back to the battle at hand and the darkness you could feel seeping into your bones. A beg of “please” left your lips as you stared down below, standing next to Chewie. Watching Kylo remove his helmet and show you his face, brought every single emotion you kept locked away back to the surface and before you could even stop yourself, you leapt over the railing, running towards Kylo as Han stood in front of him. Hearing Chewie, Rey and Finn calling for you didn’t slow your stride. 

The ignition of Kylo’s lightsaber is what caused your stride to break. Han’s body falling to the ground and off the bridge made your heart break, but the look on Kylo’s face at seeing you for the first time since that night…. That shattered you. 

“Please…” your voice was soft, as your feet came to rest just out of reach from his arms. Before you could reach out for him, he was hit with a lazer blast. Your feet didn’t move as everyone else began to move, you couldn’t. You just witnessed the love of your life kill his father, you couldn’t bring him home from this. With teary eyes, you took one last look at the man you loved before turning on your heel and running off the catwalk to join the team in the forest. 

“Are you okay? What was that?” Finn yelled as you met with them. You simply shook your head refusing to give an answer. Everything was wrong. This was wrong. You didn’t even know if you could leave him, he was your everything. You loved Poe, but you knew in your heart, that you’d always love Ben, Kylo or not. 

The sudden ignition of a lightsaber makes you pause, “We’re not done yet.”

“You’re a monster!” Rey screams back at him. 

Your frozen watching them fight, until Finn’s scream brought you back, seeing him unconscious as well as Rey still out.. Igniting your own green lightsaber, you glare at him. 

“How dare you,” your voice cracking with emotion as your hair whipped in the wind, “I loved you. Even with all the distance you were the only thing on my mind and you threw it away! You threw ME away.” You were moving towards him now. “You threw everything away.” 

“I threw nothing away. Leaving you was the hardest thing I had to do,” Kylo moved towards you, “Luke tried to kill me.” 

“I know. He told me. I was the only one left…” his hand grabbed yours, imploring you to lower your weapon and stop holding it against him. “You left a flower in my room this morning…” 

“I did.”

“Why?” you implored as you stored your saber at your hip, allowing him to cup your cheek with one hand. As his other met your hip, “I came here to put an end to this madness Kylo. I can’t live like this.”

“Because even with lightyears and years between us, you were and are the only thing on my mind. I asked you once to come away with me.…” His voice was soft, on the verge of breaking as he rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, “I need you to come with me… We can kill Snoke and escape this life together.” 

This soft side… this was the man you knew… the man you loved… you just weren’t sure you could trust it anymore.

His hand suddenly flew out calling to Luke’s lightsaber, causing a startled gasp to leave you. Especially when you noticed Rey out of the corner of your eye. Stumbling back, you moved away from him hand flying to your own weapon. 

“I made my choice,” you mused, grabbing his hand that was still against your face, “it’s you. It’s always been you.”

Letting go you turned towards Rey and moved towards her, you could feel the anger seeping off of Kylo and the anger and hurt radiating off of Rey. Grabbing Rey’s hand you angled the lightsaber away from you, “I need you to get a message to Leia… Tell her I got him… You can be angry, you can be hurt, but I need you to tell Leia the truth and tell Leia what I said. Please….”

“What about Poe?” she asked, hurt seeping into her voice for her newfound friend.

“I love Poe, dearly… But he knew me coming here could only end in two ways, I’d die or I’d go with Ben…” you sighed softly, “I don’t care if you tell him that I died instead of the truth, but please let him know I’ll always love him.”

She nodded softly as you pulled away and gave her a soft smile, “the resistance will win Rey. Don’t fret too much.” you mused softly, soft enough so only she could hear. You had a plan up your sleeve, you weren’t sure if it would succeed but step one was joining Kylo.

Moving quickly you pulled Kylo away from Rey and away from the fight, “we will fight another day, let her escape”

Once you were farther away, he quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you to him before smashing his lips onto yours. Your heart felt like it could burst as your threw your arms around his neck to pull him in closer.  “It will always be you” you mumbled against his lips, “I love you Kylo.”