#that one rac anon

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Could you do one for Toto Wolff with wife reader where the reader takes Toto's hands and rubs a hand up and down his back to comfort him during/caressing the other’s back during the race. Thanks!!! :)

Whispers of Comfort - Toto Wolff

Requested by: Anon

Masterlist<3

Pairing: Toto Wolff x Wife!reader

Warning: OOC Toto, fluff, small, bad English, comfort, Hass’s car breaking

Word count: 532

Another race that started with Max being first, that by itself had already made Toto stressed, but the fact that not even 20 laps into the race and Magnussen’s tyres exploded causing him to hit the walls and hit Lewis’s car, thankfully neither of them were hurt, but we needed to take Lewis’s car back in if we wanted him to finish the race. I could see Toto’s knuckles getting white from how much force he was putting in keeping his hand closed, most likely to stop himself from exploding and screaming at Lewis for something that wasn’t his fault, slowly I walk closer to him, gently resting one hand onto his back and offering the other one for him to hold, he looked at it considering his options, he could not hold my hand but he might had ended up hurting his hand from how much force he was using, so he decided to hold my hand, much more gentler than he was holding his own, but it was visible how much just holding my hand helped, to add to the comfort list I started rubbing my hand up and down his back, being always gentle with him. 

Lewis and his car reached the pit stop and while the car was getting checked over by the mechanicals me and Toto insisted on Lewis getting checked by the paramedics. We didn’t want him to continue racing today if he got hurt, thankfully they cleared him, no major injuries, just a few scrapes. 

The car got cleared to go back into the race, we left it up to Lewis, if he felt like he was good to drive for the remaining of the race,his answer was to basically grab his helmet and jump back into the car, and then he was back on the race, Toto was helping George get into a higher position, at this moment George had went from the 16th place up to the 10th, which was pretty good, Lewis was climbing up the positions quickly, Toto held my hand a little tighter feeling a little anxious about today, but I have a good feeling so I look at him and give his hand a comforting squeeze, to let him know i was still here for him, he smiled gently at our intertwined hands and went back into focusing on bringing those kids to the podium, with 5 laps remaining Lewis was on 5th and George was on 6th, they were helping each other climb up. We were on the edge of the seat and the rac finally ended, Lewis and George had managed to get up to the 1st and 2nd place, it was only celebration, they brought the champagne the United Kingdom flag and we started hugging each other, Toto turned to me instantly once the checkered flag waved and he hugged me so tightly he brought me off the ground, soon enough we had hugged everyone, at the podium the boys hugged and held the trophies together, it was only celebration the whole night and the next day as well, we were all still pretty happy that we won that happiness lasted us throughout the whole week.

[libraryraccoon]

A Traumatized Raccoon

For : @idkfitememate

Messages for them : It was supposed to be in a message but I thought this will be too long (guess i'm not an anon anymore-), I have create a past and give a trench coat to Raccoon Creator, I hope you don't mind. Gender : Raccoon Pronouns : they/them TW : Bad english, english isn't my first language. Wriothesley story quest spoiler.

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The fact that a prisoner in Meropide have a stone that can show your trauma and that he used it directly on other prisoners, making it enter in their brain when they aren’t listening him, were already bad, but now that the racoon of Metropides was touch by that ? That was horrible.

They were trying to stop Dougier, when he had the splendid idea of, with a syringe probably stolen from the infirmary, plant it in the head of the Raccoon of Meropide and inject in them the black liquid made from the rock of fears (name given by the raccoon.. Wriothesley doesn't know how they manages to write, poorly, but always writing, with their paws... He doesn't want to know).

And now, he have to take care of the Raccoon of Meropide, or Hellion (Wriothesley named them like that because that what they are, an hellion, and also because he was tired to always say "Raccoon ! No !" everytime they try to kill fight another prisoner), that is running away from everyone and seems having fear of every persons they sees..

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Can a raccoon have trauma ?-

Wriothesley already know Hellion isn’t a normal raccoon, I mean, they are the first raccoon criminals and they have stoled the Mécanique D’Analyse Cardinale.. But does that mean they have trauma too ?

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Wriothesley can already feel the headache of all of that..

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They were running.

They have to run.

It was all red, all was burning, the houses were burning.. They don’t know where they go, but they have to leave that place, leave Khaenri’ah-

This place the Raccoon Creator have love, the place they lived, was burning, destroyed by the Archons and Celestia.

Raccoon Creator hate them. They hate humans, Celestia, Archons.. And every living creatures that exist. They hate what they have done to them, to their family.

It was supposed to be a normal day, Raccoon Creator going to annoyed RhineDottir, playing with the kids… Not this.

They never wanted Khaenri’ah to be destroy. They never wanted all that people, all that kids, to die.

‘A creator, huh..’ think the Raccoon, looking at the corpse of one of the kids they used to play with, the same that made them their little trench coat. ‘More like a failure.. I can’t even protect those I love.’

All the Creator can do was running, running away from this chaos.

But then, they were in front of boots. They look at the person, praying for not being kill, when they realized that it was-

“Wriothesley ?” ask the Raccoon, all that came out was a raccoon sound.

Yeah, that’s right. They are at Meropide. With Wriothesley. The chaos was finish. Khaenri’ah was destroyed. Some of them were alived. They were alived.

And The Mécanique D’Analyse Cardinale ! Think the Raccoon Creator. They can’t stay here ! They have to destroy it, to kill Fo��alor, like that they will have avenge the members of their people killed by the Archon Hydro.

“-ey, Hellion, you’re with me ?” ask Wriothesley, making the Raccoon focused on him.

‘What’s that look ?’ ask mentally the Raccoon, looking at Wriothesley that seemed tired, exhausted and worried.

‘Worried.. They never saw him worried about anything. That doesn’t feet him well.’ Decided the Raccoon Creator.

“What’s wrong ?” ask the raccoon, even if all that came out was raccoon sounds, Wriothesley seemed to understand.

“Nothing bad. We just have to go to my office.” Said the human, taking the raccoon in his arms.

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Hellion was tense in his arms, thing, Wriothesley thought, normal given that the latter hated being touched by humans, or even Melusines.

Wriothesley thought that maybe have something with their path..

He’s not used to the fact that a raccoon have a path and is traumatized. But again, they aren’t a normal raccoon.

Wriothesley walked to his office, glancing at the raccoon only to see blood leaking from their wound, golden blood.

The same as the creator.

Something that didn't make sense because the creator was supposed to be the Otter who stays with Neuvillette and Furina..

Does that mean there is two creators ?

And, more importantly, does that mean that creator have a bad past with humans and melusines ? A bad past with their own creations ?

Wriothesley want, no, he need answer. But before, he have to take care of Hellion- no, the creator.

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Little drawing of Raccoon!Creator running away from Khaenri'ah but I can't draw :

I wanted to make Wriothesley realized the raccoon is a creator that was traumatized by their own creations, and after I remembered I can't write good angst.

3 little hc of Raccoon!Creator (bc I'm bored) : -Raccoon Creator used to love caresses and good attention, but after Khaenri'ah's trauma, they start to hate it. -Raccoon Creator let no one touch their trench coat, and every time the trench coat is a little unstitched, they put it back together because they don't want to change it, even if it's worn, because it's the last thing they have from Khaenri'ah. And they wear it always, never put it away. -The Raccoon!Creator hate being call a creator because of Khaenri'ah (They will fight every person who call them like that).

[soaringthroughthegalaxy]

I have a request for your brain cleanse if you’re open to something a little more in the feels.

I’m currently moving houses but I’ve lived here for my entire life. 20 years of calling this place home and in a few days I’ll never be able to call it home again. Tonight is the last night I get to sleep in my bedroom. Long story short it’s been a very emotional few weeks.

I was wondering if you could write something with either echo or hunter or maybe all of the bad batch as a group comforting the reader as they process moving out of their house or the marauder? Or maybe as they say goodbye from something/someone from their childhood? Or whatever you come up with.

Your writing always brightens my day and I’m always excited when I see that you’ve updated and I look forward to seeing what you come up with. And if inspiration doesn’t strike you with this request or you don’t feel comfortable with it then please don’t strain yourself either. I’d be just as happy to see your favourite gifs of each of the batchers if you have some ;)

(Sorry for written an essay lol)

Oh, anon, I’m sending you so much love. I remember when I had to move out of my childhood home, too, and it broke my heart, so I was very much in the feels writing this. And please don't apologise for writing so much, it's lovely!

I added in a memory from my childhood home, and thank you for sharing some of yours with me so I could weave one in, too.

Hold on to the memories from that house, and don’t forget to make some incredible new ones in this next chapter of life <3

As One Door Closes

As the Empire’s grasp on the galaxy deepens, you have no choice but to move your parents to the safety of Pabu. While having them close once again is a blessing, it means closing the door on your childhood home one last time.

Pairing: All Batch x f!reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: leaving behind childhood home, bittersweet, comforting, happy memories, supportive and soft Batch, fraternal polyandry (aka the boys are all with reader).

“That’s the last crate, cyare.” Echo’s voice is soft as he stands beside you in the entrance hall of your childhood home. Footsteps behind you let you know that the rest of your boys had stepped inside, too.

You had them all back now. Utilising the network Rex had built, you’d hit Mount Tantiss hard, rescuing Omega and Crosshair and finding Tech clinging to life in a bacta tank. Every other clone shipped off to Hemlock had been saved, too, and you’d all returned to Pabu. Things had been almost normal until you’d received a transmission from your parents.

The Empire was closing in on your home planet, and they no longer felt safe staying there. During the war, your father – a prominent businessman – had been vocal and proactive in supporting the Republic, and your parents feared retribution if the Empire took hold of the planet. Options had been limited, and, in the end, the only solution had been to move them to Pabu. Having them closer would be a blessing, especially as they’d taken a shine to your boys and Omega, but it meant saying goodbye to where you’d grown up.

Head tilting to the side, you caught sight of the marks etched onto one of the doorframes. “They stopped measuring when I was ten.” You murmured, moving your fingers across the ridges carved into the surface, each denoting your height over childhood.

The next few steps took you up the stairs, and your ascent was silent as you missed every creaky piece of flooring. The boys followed behind you, albeit not as quietly. You grasped the railing on the landing, glancing down to the ground floor. “When I was six, my father bought home some wooden toys he’d found at the market. I remember him lifting me up so I could drop them over the edge of the railing.” You recall wistfully. A small laugh slides from your lips as you glance towards the five men crowded around the top of the stairs, their attention focused on you. “They were toy soldiers with tiny parachutes. Father would put me down, and I’d race to the bottom of the stairs to catch them so they’d never be hurt.”

“That explains a lot.” Crosshair quipped, leaning against the newel post.

More laughter leaves you as your gaze moves back to the ground floor, the memories washing over you. “Over the years, I lost them, one by one. The last one went missing about six months before the war broke out. I guess the galaxy figured I was about to get the real deal and wouldn’t need the toy ones.” You can’t help but tease, enjoying the varying chuckles that filled the air.

You sighed, your gaze lingering on the staircase as if trying to imprint every detail in your memory. Turning, the door to your childhood bedroom loomed ahead, and you pushed it open gently, the soft squeak of hinges echoing in the quiet house. You’d never seen the room so empty before.

The walls were still the exact colour you’d picked out when you’d been sixteen – so mature for your age, confident on your path in life. Funny how a galactic war, a handful of men, and a young girl had led you down a different way.

Stepping further into the room, your gaze lingers on the inbuilt desk near the window, where you’d often spent hours daydreaming and studying. You trace your fingers along the edge, feeling the grooves worn by years of creative exploration.

“Any stories from this room, darling?” You turned to find Tech leaning against the door frame, his eyes fixed on you with a softness that warmed your heart.

Memories flooded back like a tidal wave. “Oh, plenty. This room saw the birth of my first attempts at poetry. Terrible stuff, really. I used to think I would be a famous poet or something.”

Hunter raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. “Do you have any of those poems saved?”

You shot him a playful glare. “Absolutely not. Some things are best left in the past.”

The room echoed with laughter, the sound bouncing off the now-bare walls. “I remember leaving the window open just a crack once to pry it open after sneaking out to attend a party. Got caught, of course. My mother nearly had a heart attack.”

Wrecker grinned. “Always been a troublemaker, huh?”

“Just a bit.” You admitted with a smirk. “But it was all in good fun. This room was my sanctuary.”

You moved to the inbuilt closet, fingers tapping against the door. “On my fourteenth birthday, my parents went out for the night so my friends and I could have a girls' night. But one of them decided to tell some of the guys at school, so there were quite a few of us.” You recalled. Head tipping towards your boys, the corners of your lips curved into a smile. “Ever heard of seven minutes in heaven?”

The room filled with a chorus of amused groans and smirks. “Oh, please tell me you didn’t play that.” Crosshair teased, a mischievous glint in his eye.

You leaned against the closet door, crossing your arms with a playful grin. “Guilty. Of course, my parents’ bedroom was off-limits, but the closet here seemed like a fine alternative. It wasn’t exactly seven minutes, and heaven was debatable, but it was a memorable birthday, to say the least.”

Echo raised an eyebrow. “And who, may I ask, was your lucky companion?”

You feigned innocence. “That’s a secret I’ll never tell.”

Wrecker scratched his head. “I don’t get it. What’s the point of being in a closet for seven minutes?”

Hunter chuckled, placing a hand on Wrecker’s shoulder. “It’s a game, big guy. You go into a dark closet with someone, and things happen.”

Wrecker’s eyes widened in realisation. “Oh! Got it.”

You shared another round of laughter at Wrecker’s sudden understanding, the camaraderie between you and your boys filling the room with warmth. As the mirth settled, you couldn’t help but feel a bittersweet twinge. This room held countless memories; now, it was time to say goodbye.

Slowly, Tech offered out his hand, encouraging you across the room. Though hard, you slowly stepped back to him, fingers interlacing. It was poignant that while you were leaving this room behind – this house – you were going with them. That this had been home until they’d come along.

With the others having returned downstairs, you pause at the door for a second, looking back at the room you’d grown up in, where so many of your firsts had happened – your first steps when this had been your nursery, your first words, your first kiss, and your first heartbreak. Where you’d laughed until your sides had hurt and sobbed when the weight of the galaxy had felt too much. Where you’d gazed out of the window at the stars and dreamed about the future. “Thank you.” You silently acknowledge the part this little room had played in raising you before you step out of it for the last time, letting Tech guide you back down the stairs.

You circled into the living room, the furniture gone, and the final crates of belongings safely stowed on the Marauder, ready for their next life on Pabu. Indents marked the floor, reminders of where the furniture had once stood for years, and the colour of the walls was far more faded than it once had been, though bright patches still remained where family photos had once hung.

“We watched so many holofilms in here. As a family, we used to stay up as late as possible when I didn’t have school to see how many we could marathon – I used to love the ones about the wizard who went to magic school. But I’d always fall asleep before we could finish them all.” The memory made you smile. “Whenever I had friends over, father would make a blanket fort for us so we could watch the latest holodrama, and mother would bake a Jogan fruit pie and hide packets of sour berry sweets down the side of the couch for us to find.”

“Bet everyone was desperate for an invite.” Hunter watched as you looked around the room, more curious now about what you’d been like as a child.

Glancing over your shoulder towards him, you gave a small laugh. “I wasn’t a popular kid, unfortunately.”

“With how lovely you are, darling, I find that hard to believe.” Tech countered, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

Warmth seeps into your cheeks – regardless of how long you’d been with them, you’d never be able to gracefully accept their compliments. Hand sliding from Tech’s, your feet carry you to the large window at the back of the room, overlooking the garden. More memories come back – running across the grass with your parents during a game of tag, building snowmen when the weather turned bad, and, in your teens, learning how to shoot with your father’s old blaster.

Crosshair stands beside you, close enough that your shoulder brushes his arm, a steadfast presence even after everything he’d been through. Those hawkish eyes take in the shrubs and flowers your mother had spent years cultivating, and then they find the scorch marks on the fences. “Hm, your aim hasn’t improved.” He teases, a smirk tugging at his lips as he glances down at you. Although he couldn’t understand being sentimental about a place, he knew how important this was to you.

“Rude.” You mutter in response, though there’s no bite to your words as your gaze shifts to look up at him, hand reaching out to give his arm a gentle shove.

Your boys' rich cacophony of chuckles follows you into the kitchen, and for a moment, you’re grateful they’re here with you. Doing this on your own would’ve broken your heart.

You lean back against one of the kitchen counters to take in the whole room. “Mother used to sit me on the counter as a child so I could watch her bake.” You share, lifting a hand to point across the room. “If there’s one thing I won’t miss, it’s that nanowave stove. Makes the most obnoxious noise when the timer runs down.

“Think your mother will bake in her new kitchen?” Wrecker asks, already imagining all the delicious new food he’ll get to try. He was looking forward to branching out.

“Oh, I hope so. If there’s one thing I’ve missed over the last four years, it’s been her Roonan lemon cakes.” Your mouth waters at the thought. At the start of the war, you’d signed up as a liaison officer, and you hadn’t really had the time after that to return home. When shore leave had come around, you’d wanted to spend it with your boys.

A few weeks ago, after receiving your parents’ transmission, you returned here with them and Omega to talk through a plan. Your parents had fawned over the young girl, and the impressed look your mother had given you when she’d realised that you had all five men wrapped around your little finger would forever be seared into your mind. Ushering your parents onto the Marauder, you’d introduced them to Pabu, and they’d immediately fallen in love with the sunshiny island. Your childhood home had gone up for sale quickly after, and someone had snatched it up. The credits had paid for a gorgeous little villa on Pabu for them, and they’d invested the rest. 

One night, when you’d stopped by to see how they were getting on, you’d caught the tail end of one of your father’s calls, where he’d been discussing setting aside some credits in case Omega, or any other grandchildren, wanted to go to college in the future.

You’d cried like a baby at the sweetness of it once you’d made it home and told the boys. Children weren’t something you had thought about – too busy fighting a war and escaping the Empire – but they’d exchanged a few glances as you’d been drying your tears.

The last room you ventured into was the dining room. The large dining table had already been transported back to Pabu, but the marks from where it had been shoved against the wall still lingered. So many family meals, so much laughter, and many late nights spent doing your homework had happened in this room.

As Hunter watched your gaze move to the marks on the wall, he knew what you were thinking. “It’s in their new home, cyar’ika. You won’t have to stop making memories around it – think of it that way.” He comforted.

“I know.” You concede, offering him a thankful smile. “And now you all get to sit around it too.” Your mother had already insisted on hosting a family dinner once a week.

“Sap.” Crosshair teases in his typical fashion.

Snorting, you shake your head fondly. “You love it.” You counter.

“I love you.” He corrects, shooting you a playful wink.

Laughter fills the air again, and as a group, you slowly return to the entrance hall. One by one, your boys file out of the house. Echo stops to kiss your forehead before joining his brothers outside, giving you a moment.  

Alone in the entrance hall, you look around, fingers ghosting along the familiar walls. The memories embedded in the house's very foundation flood your mind, and Echo’s kiss lingers. The final moments you’ve experienced here – of laughter and love with the men you’re building a new life with – offer you comfort.

With a deep breath, you step out onto the porch, closing the door behind you for the last time. The cool breeze coils around you, and as you descend the steps, you cast a final glance at the house that helped shape you.

“Goodbye, old friend.” You whisper, letting go of the home that cradled your history. The embrace of your blood family and the family you’ve found awaits. And while you're excited to make new memories with them all on Pabu, you’ll always treasure the ones you made here.

[racfoam]

Rac. Rac I need ur help I lost a fic and am going INSANE over it!! 😭😭😭

Essentially, voldy attacks the burrow and Harry reluctantly offers up his innocence in exchange for the death eaters leaving. Iirc, there was a sequel oneshot where voldy breaks into Harry’s room to have him again in bed later?

If you have any clue what fic this is I would be forever gratefullll 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏

Hi, anon! I know exactly the one you're talking about! Took me a bit to find it!

I think it may be this one?

The Burrow is under attack. To save everyone, Harry offers up himself as a sacrifice in a way that he knows Voldemort couldn't resist. (Aka Harry offers up his virginity)

[lemonified]

before interacting or following, read below.

this is an 18+ sapphic blog only.

men, minors, ageless/blank blogs, terfs, rac!st, homophobics, pedos, and other terrible people: do not interact, you'll be blocked without warning. i repeat, blocked without warning.

NBLW and transwomen are always welcomed here! ♡

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: ̗̀➛ you can call me lacey or any petnames!

: ̗̀➛ i'm twenty-one years old, a femme lesbian, and single. i'm mostly a sub, but i could potentially be a sub-leaning switch. i'm a soft romantic and kinky person, so you'll see a mix of both on my blog!

: ̗̀➛ i'm indigenous. i'm around five-four feet and a half tall. i got brown eyes and long, curly brown hair with glasses. i'm petite, i guess. i got three tattoos, currently planning to get more.

: ̗̀➛ i'm not sure if anyone's interested in this bit, but here we go. i'm a marvel fan, and wanda's my favorite for obvious reasons! i enjoy watching sitcoms and animated films. i play some video games and love listening to songs. i love space, arts, tattoos, traveling, and deep conversations. i'm a tea lover, and i cannot resist sweets and pasteries! i think i'm absolutely hilarious once i'm comfortable and less shy, and i'm an introvert.

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asks are open, sweethearts! feel free to send in anything!anons, please send in your age and pronouns.

dms are open. i'm absolutely okay with flirting and any type of conversation! i'll try my best to answer and keep up with the conversation. please keep in mind that i suck at conversations and flirting, and i'm working on it. i rarely ever text first unless we are close, and i feel comfortable. one last thing, i don't sext or send anything off the bat. get to know me first, and just maybe, i'll consider it.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ lemonified ࿐ྂ

my kinks and other specifics under this cut! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

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i'm not sure if this is like an important thing to state, but i'm a virgin, so be so gentle with me

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ kinks and turn ons // praise, soft degradation, spanking/impact play, possessiveness, marking, guided masturbation, choking, spitting, somno, soft cnc, free use, biting, finger-sucking, overstim, edging, discipline, rewards and punishments, collaring, bondage, temperature play, and there's probably more, but that's all i could think of at the moment.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ hard nos and turn offs // degradation on my insecurities, age play, race play, incest, feederism, scat, piss, gore, anal, pregnancy, permanent damages, and anything too extreme. i'll let you know if something makes me uncomfortable.

ᡣ𐭩.ᐟ complimenting, teasing me, and calling me a good girl will increase your chances of getting bit by me, lovingly, of course. just a fair warning <3

[headmateelevator]

Eee!! I’m the anon who asked for the two DSaF ones!! Thank you so much, would it be okay if i request a Dialtown one? Specifically a Randy Jade one?

Also can i get a sign off of

☢️🦌 Anon

Hold the door!! someone's coming in!

name(s) - Candy , Rac(coon) , Lori , Possum , Randi , Rhiannon , Rayna , Rachel , Dahlia

pronouns - she / they / cut / bleed / swan / aid / button / scar / fear / love / harm / beep /

gender(s) - transfem , swangender , bloodybandagegender , feargender , harmgender , trashgender , liltrashguything , anomalfem

orientations - pansexual

role(s) - anxiety holder , affected shock absorber , love holder

species - human , phone head

source(s) - Randy Jade , Dialtown

emoji(s) - 🩹 , ❤️‍🩹 , 🦢 , 🦝

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[mrs-monaghan]

the other artists on the soundtrack with jm are pretty problematic and now we have tkkrs trying to drag jm's name into that shit when Universal are the ones who chose the lineup for the song (kodak is a rap!st, muni long is a rac!st, nle choppa is a creep, and jvke is catching it too for being a 'clout chaser')

People attacked him for doing a collab with Taehyung (sp) people attacked JK for singing with Charlie. But no one attacked Jhope for supporting rush hour racist guy. No one attacked Jhope for inviting all of bing bang to JITB party. No one attacks V for being friends with the wooga squad.

Anon, I don't care. I don't give a flying fuck. I trust Jimin. U hear me? In Jimin I trust.

[final-kin]

C!Tommy NPTs with themes of frolicking, raccoons, knitting/sewing, and alliums in specific

Names: Hyacinth, Orchid, Rac/Rak, Narcissus, Blondie, Thimble, Al, Alli, Vio, Violet

Pronouns: Rac/Raccoon, All/Allium, Flower/Flowers, Petal/Petals, Needle/Needles, Thread/Threads, Thim/Thimble, Yarn/Yarns, Fab/Fabric, Fur/Furs, Click/Clack

Titles: [prn] who dances among alliums, The one who knits plush raccoons, The allium covered one, [prn] who befriends raccoons, [prn] who frolics through golden fields, The cozy sewer, The blonde raccoon

Requested By Anon!

[gaydexvocaloid]

nvm just saw one of my friends mock the fact that people like a character who is a Conventionally Attractive White Woman so i think i'm entirely justified in my paranoia

im gonna be fr and i don’t mean this 2 be malicious at ur friend, jst my genuine opinion ;;; but imo people who judge others just based on characters they like ( as long as the character isn’t inherently shit like rac/st or smth yk ) aren’t the best ppl.. i’m so sorry you’re around people who’ve made you b paranoid about just what characters you like T__T like there r so many other problems in the world and they choose to worry themselves abt what other ppl like.. likeee???.. it just sucks your worries aren’t just “worries” ,,, u deserve better ppg anon T_T

[inkedtae]

Hello Bee, I came here to VENT! Or otherwise, I will lash out my anger at someone or cry myself for weeks. SO, I have been interning at a cancer research laboratory as a 3rd-year student without getting whatsoever for NINE MONTHS. I could be paid at the beginning, but my professor made a stupid mistake and missed the grant deadline, so I was not paid. He said a forced out sorry and never talked about it ever again. I said it will be fine and decided to do a voluntary internship even though I needed the money. I budgeted the hell out and let my parent cover most of my expenses which I HATE! AND when he had the chance to find me a sponsor, he choose to pay another intern, whom he thought was more "hard-working". Professor talked about how great he was to his colleages during lunch break, he kept mentioning that that intern was the best. That intern came to the hospital for like 3 DAYS, and we never saw him again. He was being paid even though he did ZERO work, and I did fucking everything: every fucking experiment!!! I did fucking paperwork even though I didn't have to. I did the cleaning, I called the doctors, and insurance people, and I called the fucking FedEx when one of our kits was lost. I took the bus and the train to get our package from across the city so that we could move on with the experiments quickly. I FUCKing did dishes for people!!! I walked between blocks for thousands of times to make sure our samples were taken care of. I stayed at the lab overnight to make sure every thing ran smoothly. I re-did a month of work when one our facilities had a major incident where all of our samples were ruined. I did all of these because I loved our research, and I wanted my professor to see I was hardworking too. AND he fuuuckiing saw it every day that I put in effort that even he didn't. So I expected that I would get the next grant. Unfortunately, I didn't. This time it was nobody's fault—fine— but at least SOMEONE could apologise and thank me. Not surprisingly, all I got was "it is not my fault this time". Our project lasted around 10 months, which I was a part of for 9 months of it without getting zero money. This month—19 fucking days—, I had some serious medical issues, so I had to work from home. A few days ago, my professor said he submitted our research paper to fairly good journal. I thought I was finally getting my prize. I wasn't paid money, but a research article that has my name would be awesome. HAH! He said that there was a limit to number of author he could submit. He had to give priorities to some people, and my name wasn't on the paper…. I am utterly hurt, I feel so betrayed and stupid. I feel used. This research was everything I wanted to do and now I seriously want to drop out. The worse thing is I am bounded to this laboratory more than ever because I have to write my dissertation to graduate. I absolutely despise everything and I don't want to do anything. Sooo :)))):):):):):):)::).)) So my plan is to binge read RAC and hope that my sweet Taedaddy could fuck this stress out of my body with his 9inch cock.

Hi Anon!

First, I want to thank you for opening up and ranting about this. You are welcome to do so anytime! I’m happy to be here for you! I am also just so so sorry. I am fuming right now! I don’t even know what to say— like I reread this four times and I’m still in complete confusion and shock. I mean I totally understand and believe it all considering I too am a poc and a woman and have been cheated out of opportunities too but I have never experienced something so fucking frustrating, heartbreaking and disappointing. This just breaks my heart.

There must be something we can do. Have you tried talking to the head of your department about this and explaining everything? You deserve the recognition at the very least! I understand they have their processes with the whole grant stuff and there might not be any leeway there but to not even credit you? You have sacrificed so much and put all your time and effort into this project. And it’s so obvious that he was discriminating against you because you’re a poc woman, like there has to be someone we can talk to about this.

I don’t want to pressure you or force you into a situation you don’t want to be in. Trust me, I know how hard it can be to try to stand up for yourself because some racist white man is conning you out of everything you’ve worked for, granted you are far more dedicated to your work than I was and I am in no way try to take from that. I just know that the process of doing what’s right by you can be difficult. At times, I have regretted saying anything and bringing stuff like this to someone’s attention but girl you literally put your blood sweat and tears into this. You deserve to be paid and you deserve to have your name on there. He clearly has a pattern and habit of negligence when it comes to poc women since he MISSED YOUR DEADLINE (which omg I’m literally about to strangle that man) and then proceeded to direct all recognition and attention and opportunities to a man who was not as dedicated or experienced as you are. How is he gonna chest you out of your money, make you work insanely hard and then get another man there who only shows up three times and praises him for it like what the actual fuck. Clearly he has poor judgement of character and should not be in a position where he can abuse his power. You deserve your justice and I’m so sorry there’s nothing I can do to help you. All I can do is be here for you and suggest you try to talk to someone about this. At the very least it will be on record that he has a history of doing this and karma will do the rest. And you never know, if he’s doing this to you, he maybe did it to others and this might be the last straw and he’ll get fired! Maybe that’s just wishful thinking on my part.

You know what? Gimme his name! I’ll take care of this for you! 😐🔪

[thehandsomecat]

controversial RaC opinion: rivchet is a really weird ship. Like... Would you really date your own genderbent clone?

i agree with you so much anon. r/vchet really isn't my cup of tea either, ngl

though i didn't really think about it in the sense that rivet is ratchet's literal genderbent clone... [rambling under the cut]

bear in mind that i haven't played rift apart myself (owning a ps5? in this economy?) and i have the memory of a goldfish, so i might be wrong about this or missing something important:

but i was under the impression that rivet is truly a different person from ratchet, and the main reason she's considered ratchet's (almost) 1:1 dimensional counterpart is the fact that they have so much in common (height, backstory similarities, personality, putting up with nefarious, etc) but beyond that, they seem like separate individuals. but if i missed something that proves that they are clones, that's definitely another thing to consider.

(not trying to be annoying about semantics, just musing about the clone idea - sorry for the tangent)

but anyway - me, being a loser who thinks way too much about the logic behind shipping - my main issue with r/vchet is that the idea of them being together feels like it's being forced onto the characters, even despite ratchet already having a canonical girlfriend, and rivet being a lesbian? i think? (albeit stated to be such outside of official canon as far as i know, thus making the topic of her sexuality - and rivet, the character, as a whole - the subject of many very annoying online debates)

but all of that gets disregarded in the context of shipping them together. because apparently, a woman (especially a ~lombax woman~) just Cannot Exist on screen in ratchet's vicinity without HAVING to be his love interest. because she's Not Allowed to be her own person, independent of the male lead with her own role in the story. she just has to exist solely to play a very specific romantic role towards ~The Main Man~ <3

and - in the specific case of this ship (and ratchet x angela, to a much lesser extent, though i feel like i've seen this too) - there's this weird idea of like, "well, they're the ~last lombaxes~, you know what that means <3" with the implication being that they're somehow "required" to get together for "the future of the species."

...even though the lombaxes aren't in actual danger of going extinct (in fact, they left their home dimension to AVOID that happening), they're just scattered across dimensions and, other than themselves, there aren't any left in either ratchet or rivet's dimension. and thus this gives the appearance that the lombaxes are going extinct, when they really aren't. with the newly repaired dimensionator they can literally Go Find Them Now if they want to.

and so not only does the idea not really make sense in an in-universe context, it feels like it reduces both characters to what they're capable of 'giving' to the universe at large without considering them as individuals with their own wants.

and i'm not trying to say that's the only reason anyone ships them. i'm sure there are other reasons that people have, though i wouldn't know because i just Cannot get into it. and i also don't care That much. but like, i feel like i've stumbled on wayyy too much content of the ship that centers entirely around their status as The Last Of Their Kind, with the running theme being that Repopulation Is Their Sacred Duty or some weird shit. and all in all, it just puts a bad taste in my mouth.

i will give the R/vchet Likers one thing - there's a reason people are shipping ratchet with rivet despite the fact that they knew each other for a very short time canonically, and it's because ratchet and rivet had more on-screen interaction and a vague yet slightly better sense of 'chemistry' with each other (which is really just two people being polite with someone they just met, as they have no reason not to be) than ratchet has with his own girlfriend.

which is a separate issue and ultimately the fault of the writing basically making talwyn a non-presence for several games in the series at this point, and i hate that for her, i really do. but that's a rant for another day. this post is long enough as is.

[racfoam]

hey! rac can I have a snippet from voldemort raises harry AU

Anon, I am so sorry this is late, but here you go!

This scene is from Regulus’ POV, he is an observer.

“Regulus,” greeted the Dark Lord, “what are you and my little soulmate doing this late in the kitchen?” Regulus gave Harry a little, gentle nudge on the back with his hand, encouraging her. “I was just…” mumbled Harry, “wanted… treacle tart… Mrs Malfoy says I can’t have more than one…” “And what did you say to that?” the Dark Lord asked curiously. It was common knowledge among the ranks that Harry was horrible with listening to people. She didn’t respect authority, unless it came from the Dark Lord. “I said I'm your soulmate so I can do what I want and that if she doesn’t give me treacle tart I’ll rat her out,” Harry said calmly, completely oblivious that she was one incredibly sassy child. Regulus was impressed. It took a lot of guts to threaten Narcissa Malfoy. How very Slytherin of Harry… then again, Harry was surrounded by Slytherins her entire life. You can put a lion cub in a snake den and it will pick up the behavioural patterns of snakes. It will behave like a snake. Because it doesn’t know anything else. The Dark Lord laughed. It was a booming, rich, joyous sound. Never before had Regulus heard the Dark Lord laugh like this. So… normal. “Then she thwacked me on the head with the Daily Prophet,” finished Harry. Regulus snorted. “Narcissa is a Healer among my ranks, but she does not have the mark. Therefore, if we follow the hierarchy, she doesn’t need to listen to anything I say.” “Yeah, she said that,” Harry said, looking thoughtful. “Anyway, as she didn’t let me have a second treacle tart…” “You intended to steal it?” the Dark Lord finished, amused. Harry looked properly innocent. “Not steal… I’d eat it.” “There would be no proof left.” “Exactly!” announced Harry excitedly, happy someone finally understood her plan.

The Dark Lord smiled, waved Harry forward — she ran toward him like a duckling, happy and trusting — and picked her up into his arms, cradling her to his chest.

“It will rot your teeth,” chided the Dark Lord, but moved to the fridge for the leftover treacle tart anyway, taking out one slice, handing it to a grinning Harry shining with joy. Her little fingers grabbed onto the treacle tart.

Regulus did not miss the fondness in the Dark Lord's eyes as the dark wizard gazed upon Harry, who busies herself with devouring the treacle tart.

“You are dismissed, Regulus,” said the Dark Lord. “I’ll put Harriet to bed.”

“Yes, my Lord,” said Regulus, bowing.

“Bye, Regulus!” said Harry, waving her tiny hand at him.

Not knowing what to do, yet not wanting to appear rude to Harry, Regulus raised his hand and gave a slight, awkward wave back, and headed to the doors.

“Will you read me Babbity Rabbity?” he heard Harry ask.

“Don’t you want me to read something else?” asked the Dark Lord. “The book has other stories.”

“Babbity Rabbity,” said Harry.

Regulus heard the Dark Lord sigh. “Babbity Rabbity it is.”

Regulus decided not to think how bizarre it was to hear the Dark Lord say Babbity Rabbity.

[assassyart]

Me again. Idk if you noticed or can recall, but Ratchet seemed to move his ears a lot more in the first R&C game. I was playing it again last year and I just noticed. It kind of bugs me that they dropped that. I’d like to see him and other Lombaxes be more expressive with their ears.

Congrats, you unlocked Weird Topic About Ratchet That Assassy Loves To Talk About!

Ratchet's ears are so interesting, because they are a very clear indicator of how he feels. One of the examples of this that I can think of off the top of my head is the low health mechanic. In PS2 and PS3 era of Ratchet & Clank, when Ratchet had low health, his ears would droop to show he was injured. He'd also breathe heavier, and (in certain games) his armor would blink as an alert. There were other indicators, sure, but these were the charming animations that made me put Ratchet & Clank in the category of "games that pay attention to detail." Seeing Ratchet physically show he was injured made kid me want to avoid getting him hurt. It was one thing to be told the character was injured with a red bar in the corner, but it was a whole other to be shown the consequences of your actions.

Alongside this, going to winter planets would make Ratchet shake, teeth chatter, and he'd hug himself if you were standing still. The idle animations were very, very cool to me as a kid and helped me get more attached to the character I'm playing as and get more enveloped in the world.

That was one of the first things I noticed that was missing from both Ratchet & Clank 2016 and Rift Apart— when you're injured, nothing happens. Ratchet doesn't show it at all. The most that happens in Rift Apart is that a heartbeat sound effect plays and your armor gets damaged. And this doesn't happen to all of your armor.

Maybe most people didn't even notice Ratchet's droopy ears was gone, but I did because it was such a unique thing that separated this series from others for me. I remember thinking it was a huge missed opportunity to not have the robot disguise armor in Rift Apart display an X_X face when you die.

As for expressiveness as a whole, yeah, I'd say his ears were pretty expressive in Ratchet & Clank 1—Deadlocked. One of the instances I think of is the opening cutscene of Ratchet & Clank 1, when his ears react to Clank's crash.

However, I still think Rift Apart is very expressive with his ears, it's just not as exaggerated as they were in past games and a lot more subtle.

Rift Apart uses his ears to show how strong his emotion is. Ratchet's ears are a big tell of how he's truly feeling, with certain emotions like fear and happiness being the strongest ones that show visually.

I actually noticed his ears tend to not react as much with sadness (the scene where he's talking about his father and the Dimensionator, he ends up turning away from Kit so he doesn't show his sad expression and his ears stay up most of the time inspite of the depressing topic), which leads me to believe he's well aware that his ears show his emotions and he is actively stopping himself from showing certain emotions like sadness and fear if he's in front of someone that he doesn't want to see him vulnerable (like Doctor/Emperor Nefarious, he tends to not visibly show fear even if he is afraid).

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[call-me-cosmic]

Green d:( same anon from ask before) what fandoms are you in?☺ I know for sure ones the owl house.

Haha hi there! Yes, I’m in the Owl House. I’m also in *takes a deep breath*

Gravity Falls

The Owl House

Over The Garden Wall

Any Disney Movie

Sailor Moon

Spider-Man

FNAF

Our Flag Means Death

Avatar The Last Airbender

Steven Universe

Arcane League of Legends

The Dragon Prince

Anything Studio Ghibli

Stranger Things

Teen Titans

Rules for requests:

I will draw for the fandoms listed above only.

Nothing NSFW (I’ll draw kissing, hugging, and maybe something slightly steamy, but no full-on p0rn lmao)

Nothing offensive, rac¡st, h0mophobic, etc.

Please be patient while waiting for your request to be completed. I am very busy as I just moved to another state. If I feel that I am unable to complete your request I will let you know.

(Edit: I am now on Ko-fi and my commissions are open! The rules here are roughly the same on Ko-fi. If you can, I’d love if you could check it out and support me there! https://ko-fi.com/callmecosmicarts

That’s all I can think of right now. Feel free to request art from any one these! If there’s something you’d like me to draw, but you don’t see it listed, just ask me. If I can’t/don’t want to do it, I’ll just tell you :)

[daggersandarrows]

This is an ask following the post about C3. And, to be clear i totally agree, there are some non PoC, and people not from the countries that Mar,ket is "inspired" from, that are speaking out of turn. But also crit/role fandom has a history to be very reactionary of certain stuff, and i've seen some post (few for now, which is good) that are straight up calling the cast rac/ist for even acknowledging Mar,ket as a place (cont 1)

And this is coming from a latin.oam.erican person, which Ameri,ans tend to bundle us up into one single culture or just me,xico lite. Personally, C3 can be an oportunity to retcon and fix some of the orientalisms from C1 (most of the worse ones were the players if i recall, but also was 5 or so years ago, they must of learnt something in that time, i hope) i would also imagine that just ignoring a country with the inspirations it has and staying in the eurocentric countries is bad also. (Cont 2)

Sorry im rambling, i totally agree with what you said, i just have no one else to talk about this. Again, i dont think they are ugly Rac.ists that do it for fun or something, but man, watching both campaigns show that they appear to want to do good, but they are still ignorant about a bunch of things, and they've done better for sure, but ugh, Beau with blue eyes, man.. again, about your post i forgot to mention tome drama that blew up for no reason, which was that M.tt aged up jes.ter so she could date Fjo,rd, which was gonna be my example of Crtr.le fandom just blowing up for no real reason.

(cont 3 one last time)

TLDR, man, the cast has been ignorant about stuff before, but lets not count the chicks before they hatch kind of deal. Im praying that they got some sensitivity counseling, or plan to. Representation of these scale of these wonderful cultures sounds like a good thing to me, but it can be such a fine line between that and some of the negative stereotypes. (End)

hiya anon!

yeah i completely agree, the critical role fandom will explode for no reason over the smallest thing. they do have a sensitivity consultant and have had for some time, but of course, they’re not infallible. i’m choosing to be cautiously optimistic here, emphasis on the “cautious”. they have improved, let’s hope they continue to.