#the word we can't say so that this shows up in tag and search systems xD

[frameconfessions]

Ngl, when it comes to Amir, I just wanna pin that man down and ride him until both our legs give out :)

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

Thanks for your response. I was the anon who ended the ask with 'the fandom can suck it'. When I saw that anon who you and twinanimatronics had assumed to be the one that keeps you know starting shit with you, I really hated that they labeled us as shipbrain or whatever they said. I am aroace who finds comfort in shipping characters and that doesn't make me any less aroace. Can't people like them just let us have this, let us share it and stop taping our mouths? God. We are not even hurting anyone. I posted a solarxmoon and solarxearth mini comic thing yesterday and behold, I believe that same anon found it and is looking adamantly through the solarxmoon and even solarxearth because I didn't use the tsams tag for my comic. I took the comic down fast and turned off anon messages so quick because God that anon was quick to leave nasty messages, six in total and that was panic attack inducing. I'm sorry for rambling about this. I don't know anyone else who got that same anon on their back. It looks like they are persistent for lack of better term and it annoys me+scares me. Can't even share things I like about here anymore. Hoping solarxmoon becomes canon so that anon can shut up already

If Solar Moon became canon, they don't even need to change anything.

The actors don't even need to pretend to kiss or be romanically involved at all.

It's literally as simple as "Oh yeah, we were dating for months, anyway..."

OH AND... FUCK THAT ANON. I know the user you are talking about, I think there's around two or three of them... and it seems like they're dead set on hunting down people who use that Solarmoon or Solar x Moon tag.

Going into popular users in the tsams fandom that I personally don't know... and spreading bad lies and rumors about me.

Like, they typically try to keep it as vague as possible, like "oh I am not talking about dana-chan-the-control-brain specifically....." but they often steal the exact wording and turn of phrase I use.

Cause I have an overly wordy way of talking on the internet.

I've always been this way since I was 15, so I feel my style of speaking is pretty overly wordy, rambly and long compared to most people just because I don't have a lot to share with my opinions with in real life. And I also misspell things a lot cus spellcheck has gotten worse since it became AI trained and it doesn't help my dyslexia.

But how sad is that? That someone is searching out the tag for a ship that they don't like, claim that "it's everywhere" and I'm "poisoning the fanbase" when I'm just.... here... playing with my own dolls, doing my own thing.... and not bothering anyone... Not even putting the ship in the tags publicly because I have Such respect and love for the silly little youtube show, who also plays with fnaf characters like they're dolls.

(just saying.. "bio-organic" and interdimensional travel did NOT come from fnaf I can tell you that much. )

And yeah, if they're really stumbling across Solarmoon or these ships on accident.......Blacklist the tags and move on? Don't come to my messages... Don't harass my friends...

And don't harass other people I DON'T EVEN KNOW because someone just said "hehe but what if they kissed" on the internet?

Like blocklist the tag, and move on.

I know the blocklisting tagging system sucks sometimes, so maybe it's picking up "Solar" like in that case? Just scroll super fast and don't look at it?

And yeah. You don't deserve those nasty messages sent your way at all!

Oh, and if you feel brave enough to reupload your art to tumblr and DM me, I will gladly reblog it here. <3

[dandylovesturtles]

Hey, as a newbie to writing fic and to sharing things online/engaging in fandom spaces, I was wondering if you could share some insight regarding the best ways to make friends and get your work seen? There’s so much good content in the Rise fandom I can totally understand why things would get buried. So what’s the best way to make connections and to (I hate this word but idk what else to call it) promote your stuff? Thank you in advance! Hope things are well and I cannot wait to read your further updates/works. <3

Hi! Thanks for the well wishes!! And welcome to the world of fic writing!

So I'm going to start here by saying that I'm answering this question from the angle of trying to get your work seen and making friends more than getting popular, because getting popular is honestly a lot of luck and unless you want to be really cynical about it and game the system it's pretty much impossible to force it. BUT wanting people to read your fic is a normal and good thing to want; most of us want the things we create to be enjoyed by others, after all!

First things first, the easiest way to be part of a community is to participate in it! In fandom this means leaving comments on fanfic, reblogging art and fic and leaving tags or comments here on tumblr, etc. There are people in the fandom who have become familiar faces to me just because they're always commenting on my fics or tagging posts and they show up in my notifs all the time. Also, I can't speak for everyone here, but when people leave me nice comments on my fics, pretty often I'll click into their profile to see if they've written anything that I might like to read. I've found great fanfics that way!

I know some people are more social than others (I'm on the low end of the social spectrum), but even if direct messaging people is intimidating, just being an enthusiastic presence in the less direct ways I've suggested can go a long way towards making yourself known in the fandom, and you can gain friends over time that way!

Another way you can get some eyes on your work is through fandom events. I've mentioned on this blog that I'm participating in the Grab A Slice bang event (which is posting this month), which has been a fun way to meet other writers and artists in the TMNT fandom at large. There's other stuff like this happening all the time, like I know last month there was an April art challenge here on tumblr that had prompts for each day. And I wouldn't be surprised if we get some secret santa events happening around Christmas. Obviously not everyone has time for this kind of stuff, but if you do, participating is basically a free way to both get promotion of your work and be introduced to other creators in the fandom.

Finally, this is more technical advice that I have, but I assume since you're asking me you're posting work to AO3 or plan to, so I want to say that tagging your work appropriately is really important for getting it seen! Be sure you're tagging your major characters, any major relationships (as a side note, & tags on AO3 mean platonic relationships while / tags mean romantic ones), and any major tropes or themes that people might be hunting for (you should also put trigger warnings in the tags). Usually when I'm on AO3 I'm not just going through the Rise tag unfiltered, I'm searching up "Donatello (TMNT) & Leonardo (TMNT), hurt/comfort" or "Raphael (TMNT), angst" so if someone is leaving tags like that off their work I won't see it even if it's something I would devour in one sitting. Tags are super important on tumblr too but they are also... more of a mystery to me... definitely tag your main characters and the fandom though.

Also, don't be discouraged! Not everything is going to be a hit right away. I've had my ups and downs for sure; my least kudos'd fic has 3 kudos (not counting the ones I ported over from FFN because those had different post dates - my actual least kudos'd fic has no kudos). Remember that writing fic is ultimately for fun, and really as long as you write something you yourself have fun reading then I think that's a success!

I hope that this made sense and was not just useless rambling lol. Thanks for the ask!

[mallowmaenad]

19, 26, 34?

19:A fact about your personality

I have multiple.

26:My biggest pet peeves

Being rude to servers, wasting food, people that project their feelings onto the actions of domesticated animals and babies for fun, when an easily recognizable thing in a foreign piece of media gets localized into something stupid, "cute" animal videos where the animal is being mistreated, exotic pet owners, expensive rice, expensive soda, when tv shows' seasons are spread over multiple streaming services vs. all being on one or more, people that find kate upton attractive, people raising their voices, cars that have the bass turned up so loud you hear the chassis rattling like its going to explode more than you hear the actual music, people that tell you to "just google it", ghosting, people making arguments against nobody because they want to look enlightened, christians acting oppressed, people that hate the homestuck and hlvrai fanbase, people that make fandom their whole personalities, conspicuous consumption, people who talk about firebombing walmarts n shit who have never done anything in their lives to help their communities, when I send something to someone for them to read and they never get around to reading it because they don't have the patience to, overconfident men, when someone eggs me on and on to play a video game so we can play together and then when I start playing it they suddenly don't have any time to play it with me anymore, when settings have lore than make whole swaths of species ontologically evil, people who are picky about grammar and spelling, people who say skyrim is the worst elder scrolls game, having to play tabletop RPGs by "official play" guidelines, delivery fees that don't even go to the delivery driver, people who talk about cool weapons "not being practical", hats with poor craftsmanship, the feel of wearing converse shoes, youtube accent, cis white dudes being at the forefront of progressiveness in pop culture, people assuming you understand whatever references they make to a thing adjacent to something you do know about but personally don't care about, farting in my direction, uncreative misappropriation of the word "golem", wanting to fuck league of legends characters, people that think cat girls are more popular than puppy girls in real life, deodorant, people that get pissy about buying pre-minced garlic, when arizona ice tea is more expensive than 1 dollar a can, mr. beast's face, the term "thicc" and its consequences, people who like fat asses and thick thighs who hate it when girls are fat, when people conflate the dnd class list as having actual ramifications in wider fantasy media, people who think weed is bad, asking for criticism and only receiving complaints, people that say chinese-american or texmex cuisine isnt "authentic", formalities, out of character lewd fanart especially if it's of a strong, dominant woman in a submissive position with toned down muscles, when RPGs butch bait me,

blonde girls with no personality, NHentai's tag search system, mid shounen dominating the western anime scene, when someone says something is "so gay" but its just their fandom headcanons, when one take from a post or article gets so popular when you bring up the thing it's related to people can't not bring it up every time the topic appears, people that try to get the attention of zoo animals, people that own over 700 dollars worth of firearms that aren't collectors like actual collectors not fuckin Clint from the suburbs that feels like a man only cause he owns an AR-15 and a Desert Eagle , lack of cool and edgy plus size character designs, when people call transphobic caricatures "GNC AF", gum immediately losing its flavor, the olive oil industry, when people tell me "just emulate it" or "just pirate it" and roll their eyes when I tell them I'm worried about viruses, games that rip off grand theft auto, when charity bundles on itch.io are 80% unfinished PWYW proof of concept demos put there to get good will advertising, people who are concerned with Wario's honor, lack of plus size yuri, people who turn their noses up to foreign foods, RPGs with character customization that won't let you play as a girl, doing my taxes, when people are coy about details, dudes that want to fuck alstolfo, slowed with reverb remixes, the memeification of phonk, the price of video games, waiting on game downloads after putting the disc into the console, people doing me favors and getting passive-aggressive about it later when I didn't ask for it/tried to ease the burden of it as much as possible, when people ask me what I want on my burger when the menu clearly outlines what toppings the burger is meant to come with, trying to find a tf2 classic server without additional weapon mods that break the game, polo shirts

34:What I find attractive in women

Interesting personality, eager to praise, understanding, warm, enjoys eating, weird, decent fashion sense, messy bedroom/car, doesn't wear any strong artificial scents, progressive stances on neurodivergence and psychology, physically affectionate, has incorporated something like a kind of animal or fantastical concept into their identity, caring, vaguely maternal at times, willing to play video games and watch youtube poops, sense of humor, soft, will do drugs with me in a level-headed manner, likes goofy looking cocktails and desserts, not above eating a 5 dollar hamburger on a date, into fat girls, has a broad definition of what sex is, ideally transgender, nice lap to lay head in, endurance to have 300lbs on top of them for some period of time, willing to buy things for me, kinky in a cringe way, a bit ugly (by society's standards), older than me, into obscure animes and music, appreciates a good cup of coffee, lax style, cringe resistant, quiet, into plushies, total nerd, in terms of appearance I like a very diverse range of those to the point where it doesn't factor in as much but I find conventionally attractive people boring and visible ribs make me feel concerned and uncomfortable

[sixshotsofespressoinabigcup]

I'm here for about a week, feeding soley on GO materials and now I feel like someone whose late to the party for a blasted decade really. Saying it's a ride would be the understatment of the century. It is such a ride if the thing can be manifested into a rollercoaster it would surpass the ride of death.

A good one though, we seems to reclaim all the verbs, nouns, adjectives and so on for the word faggot, the word refering to the seeding structure of plants became reference for the pinnacle of homosexuality. I'm so overwhelmed to the point I pulled a Daivd Tennant(the eggplant emoji saga) the first time I saw the show being discribed as "fruity" and the leads are "fagging it up" by go on with an internal "What's that suppose to mean" blabber before realizing I should maybe consult urban dictionary for that.

Even though I still haven't figure out how exactly the tag system works, I still adores this place and especially the crowd here. I can openly be in the LGBTQIA+ community without weird side glances, people use pronouns with no fuss, the atmosphere doesn't reek of patirarchy superiority complex, misogyny and casual sexism nonsense. Views are exchanged, arts are made, discussing domestic politics are safe and no one will tell you to shut up and it's fine if we are on different sides, I thank the heavens sex is just sex here it's not some diabolical rituals that can't be shown or discussed. Also I have yet to encouter any kind of cencorship while I worried about the "we will muffle you for the most trivial reason and we will muffle you so hard you'll choke but you're gonna like it" kind of cencorship I need to constantly worry about back in that bottomless pit or aka chinese internet. The show and its fandom somehow...stood out. It's a big hit around the globe while being so unapologetically queer. I've seen the queerbait then no-homo thing played out so often I almost refused to believe there are other canon screen romances other than the cishet options. Here comes Good Omens, standing out unapologetically in that traffic like a black vintage Bentley going 90mph unapologetically in central London.

It feels good. It feels like to breath again after a long time, didn't know you were suffocating until the moment you do.

In all honesty, I only initially felt like someone who's late to the party, I feel like some interstellar refugee who just landed on a brand new planet later. I expect it to be just as barren and devestated as home because after years and years of futile searching you just forget how to be optimistic again.

I am most pleasantly suprised.

I can really sum this whole thing up by "Close Autocratic-Regime-Controlled internet is blasphemous SHIT and after practically Shawshanked myself out into the open with a VPN and get to live in it a bit I start to dispise that pile of pustulant blasphemous shit even more" but no, I deserved my rant, you guys deserved the praise.

[mysticsoldiersailorhylia]

I have been active on this site for ten years. There are some things on this post that I would like to see happen, and many things I would not like to see happen.

I agree that basic site and app performance, as discussed in Principle 6, needs improvement. I admit I have grown used to the app crashing or bugging out, but that doesn't mean it isn't an issue. And I can see how new users wouldn't put up with it.

Updating the search function, as discussed in Principle 2, is something users have been hoping for for a long time. I can't say much for how you plan to update it as you didn't give many details, but there are countless posts detailing exactly how we, the user base, would like the search function to work.

The rest of the changes outlined in Principle 2 leave me wary at best. The golden part of this website is that it doesn't function like other social media. It doesn't push content on us based on what an algorithm thinks we might like. I recognize that for new users coming from algorithmic social media, Tumblr would be confusing. But it is my sincere hope that instead of changing to look more like other social media, you implement a Tips or Tutorial function for new sign-ups that explains and shows new users how to curate their dash. Tips and Tutorials aren't alien to younger generations (we have seen them on other websites as well as in videogames), so new users will understand how to follow along. And an easy close or skip function will allow those that understand Tumblr to merely move past it.

If you force an algorithmic view, pushing suggested posts to the top of our feeds, you will alienate the loyal users that have been here for a decade.

When I first joined in 2012, I followed the suggestion from Tumblr to follow topics that interest me. This means that I occasionally get posts suggested for me based on my interest in that topic. These posts have never been intrusive and have always been the extreme minority of my dash. I do not mind seeing an occasional suggestion that is tagged with something I like (ie music, science, or animals). If I have ever wanted to see more of a topic, or find new posts, I have gone to the search function and discovered new things that way (to the best of my ability given the current functionality). I do not want an algorithm to do that work for me.

I do not want my dash to become half suggestions, half posts of people I follow. I have left other social media sites for catering that kind of experience.

Please leave the suggested content in a separate place. Those that wish to explore new things can click over to that dash, and those of us that want to curate our own experience can feel safe in knowing that our dashboard is filled with the content of those we follow, presented to us in chronological order.

I am uncertain of what exactly you wish to achieve with Principle 3. Once again, we are discussing changing the website for the ease of new users. Putting aside the fact that this would force existing users to learn a new system, causing confusion on our end, you are once again overlooking the option of educating the new users via Tips, Tutorials, or a great FAQ page.

I have seen many Tumblr veterans create Tips and Tutorial posts, and I have seen new users send Asks when they are confused about a feature. Once things are explained, they understand and have even gone on to praise the way our posts currently work.

Much of your language in this section is vague, so I am doing my best to infer what you mean, but it almost sounds as if you intend to make reblogs and replies into their own, separate posts instead of comments and additions on the original, singular post. I am envisioning the way that you can retweet on Twitter, creating a new tweet that quotes the original tweet. I fail to see how this would improve our ability to view conversations, so I hope that I am wrong in my interpretation of your words.

I truly do not understand what you mean by removing clutter by collapsing reblog threads.

As for removing duplicate reblogs: Please do not do this.

I enjoy seeing multiple people reblog the same thing. It's fun to see two strangers, for all intents and purposes, who only have me as a follower in common, enjoy the same thing. Especially when I also enjoy it. That's one of the charms of tumblr. And it is perfectly in tumblr's nature for one person to reblog the same post five times in a row. That is one of the ways we can express ourselves, and we do it because we want our followers to see it. If someone finds it annoying, they should scroll by or unfollow that person. Do not silence our voices by hiding our reblogs.

Regarding the lack of feedback discussed in Principle 4, I argue that it is less to do with users only seeing posts from those they follow on their dashboard and more to do with the lack of search feature functionality and lack of information for new users on how to spread content (reblogging versus liking). I want new creators to get their content out there. Content is what makes this site go round. Tumblr is the Fandom website and the great thing about fandom is that it keeps creating new things. There are new people that want to engage and create, and people that have been in the fandom for years that want more. And we go looking for it as best as we can, given the current functionality of the search feature.

Forcing content on us based on an algorithm is not something we want.

I sincerely hope that you look at all of the feedback you are receiving. New users are important in keeping a site going. But the current users are important too. And we are begging you to listen to us.

Tumblr has been the joke of social media sites for many years. But the fact of the matter is, when other sites became unusable due to hostile algorithms and greed, those users fled here. Because they see that Tumblr isn't an algorithm-based website. That's why they are coming to us. Your current users don't want many of these changes, and I hazard the incoming users don't either.

Don't ruin Tumblr.

Tumblr’s Core Product Strategy

Here at Tumblr, we’ve been working hard on reorganizing how we work in a bid to gain more users. A larger user base means a more sustainable company, and means we get to stick around and do this thing with you all a bit longer. What follows is the strategy we're using to accomplish the goal of user growth. The @labs group has published a bit already, but this is bigger. We’re publishing it publicly for the first time, in an effort to work more transparently with all of you in the Tumblr community. This strategy provides guidance amid limited resources, allowing our teams to focus on specific key areas to ensure Tumblr’s future.

The Diagnosis

In order for Tumblr to grow, we need to fix the core experience that makes Tumblr a useful place for users. The underlying problem is that Tumblr is not easy to use. Historically, we have expected users to curate their feeds and lean into curating their experience. But this expectation introduces friction to the user experience and only serves a small portion of our audience. 

Tumblr’s competitive advantage lies in its unique content and vibrant communities. As the forerunner of internet culture, Tumblr encompasses a wide range of interests, such as entertainment, art, gaming, fandom, fashion, and music. People come to Tumblr to immerse themselves in this culture, making it essential for us to ensure a seamless connection between people and content. 

To guarantee Tumblr’s continued success, we’ve got to prioritize fostering that seamless connection between people and content. This involves attracting and retaining new users and creators, nurturing their growth, and encouraging frequent engagement with the platform.

Our Guiding Principles

To enhance Tumblr’s usability, we must address these core guiding principles.

Expand the ways new users can discover and sign up for Tumblr.

Provide high-quality content with every app launch.

Facilitate easier user participation in conversations.

Retain and grow our creator base.

Create patterns that encourage users to keep returning to Tumblr.

Improve the platform’s performance, stability, and quality.

Below is a deep dive into each of these principles.

Principle 1: Expand the ways new users can discover and sign up for Tumblr.

Tumblr has a “top of the funnel” issue in converting non-users into engaged logged-in users. We also have not invested in industry standard SEO practices to ensure a robust top of the funnel. The referral traffic that we do get from external sources is dispersed across different pages with inconsistent user experiences, which results in a missed opportunity to convert these users into regular Tumblr users. For example, users from search engines often land on pages within the blog network and blog view—where there isn’t much of a reason to sign up. 

We need to experiment with logged-out tumblr.com to ensure we are capturing the highest potential conversion rate for visitors into sign-ups and log-ins. We might want to explore showing the potential future user the full breadth of content that Tumblr has to offer on our logged-out pages. We want people to be able to easily understand the potential behind Tumblr without having to navigate multiple tabs and pages to figure it out. Our current logged-out explore page does very little to help users understand “what is Tumblr.” which is a missed opportunity to get people excited about joining the site.

Actions & Next Steps

Improving Tumblr’s search engine optimization (SEO) practices to be in line with industry standards.

Experiment with logged out tumblr.com to achieve the highest conversion rate for sign-ups and log-ins, explore ways for visitors to “get” Tumblr and entice them to sign up.

Principle 2: Provide high-quality content with every app launch.

We need to ensure the highest quality user experience by presenting fresh and relevant content tailored to the user’s diverse interests during each session. If the user has a bad content experience, the fault lies with the product.

The default position should always be that the user does not know how to navigate the application. Additionally, we need to ensure that when people search for content related to their interests, it is easily accessible without any confusing limitations or unexpected roadblocks in their journey.

Being a 15-year-old brand is tough because the brand carries the baggage of a person’s preconceived impressions of Tumblr. On average, a user only sees 25 posts per session, so the first 25 posts have to convey the value of Tumblr: it is a vibrant community with lots of untapped potential. We never want to leave the user believing that Tumblr is a place that is stale and not relevant. 

Actions & Next Steps

Deliver great content each time the app is opened.

Make it easier for users to understand where the vibrant communities on Tumblr are. 

Improve our algorithmic ranking capabilities across all feeds. 

Principle 3: Facilitate easier user participation in conversations.

Part of Tumblr’s charm lies in its capacity to showcase the evolution of conversations and the clever remarks found within reblog chains and replies. Engaging in these discussions should be enjoyable and effortless.

Unfortunately, the current way that conversations work on Tumblr across replies and reblogs is confusing for new users. The limitations around engaging with individual reblogs, replies only applying to the original post, and the inability to easily follow threaded conversations make it difficult for users to join the conversation.

Actions & Next Steps

Address the confusion within replies and reblogs.

Improve the conversational posting features around replies and reblogs. 

Allow engagements on individual replies and reblogs.

Make it easier for users to follow the various conversation paths within a reblog thread. 

Remove clutter in the conversation by collapsing reblog threads. 

Explore the feasibility of removing duplicate reblogs within a user’s Following feed. 

Principle 4: Retain and grow our creator base.

Creators are essential to the Tumblr community. However, we haven’t always had a consistent and coordinated effort around retaining, nurturing, and growing our creator base.  

Being a new creator on Tumblr can be intimidating, with a high likelihood of leaving or disappointment upon sharing creations without receiving engagement or feedback. We need to ensure that we have the expected creator tools and foster the rewarding feedback loops that keep creators around and enable them to thrive.

The lack of feedback stems from the outdated decision to only show content from followed blogs on the main dashboard feed (“Following”), perpetuating a cycle where popular blogs continue to gain more visibility at the expense of helping new creators. To address this, we need to prioritize supporting and nurturing the growth of new creators on the platform.

It is also imperative that creators, like everyone on Tumblr, feel safe and in control of their experience. Whether it be an ask from the community or engagement on a post, being successful on Tumblr should never feel like a punishing experience.

Actions & Next Steps

Get creators’ new content in front of people who are interested in it. 

Improve the feedback loop for creators, incentivizing them to continue posting.

Build mechanisms to protect creators from being spammed by notifications when they go viral.

Expand ways to co-create content, such as by adding the capability to embed Tumblr links in posts.

Principle 5: Create patterns that encourage users to keep returning to Tumblr.

Push notifications and emails are essential tools to increase user engagement, improve user retention, and facilitate content discovery. Our strategy of reaching out to you, the user, should be well-coordinated across product, commercial, and marketing teams.

Our messaging strategy needs to be personalized and adapt to a user’s shifting interests. Our messages should keep users in the know on the latest activity in their community, as well as keeping Tumblr top of mind as the place to go for witty takes and remixes of the latest shows and real-life events.  

Most importantly, our messages should be thoughtful and should never come across as spammy.  

Actions & Next Steps

Conduct an audit of our messaging strategy.

Address the issue of notifications getting too noisy; throttle, collapse or mute notifications where necessary.  

Identify opportunities for personalization within our email messages. 

Test what the right daily push notification limit is. 

Send emails when a user has push notifications switched off.

Principle 6: Performance, stability and quality.

The stability and performance of our mobile apps have declined. There is a large backlog of production issues, with more bugs created than resolved over the last 300 days. If this continues, roughly one new unresolved production issue will be created every two days. Apps and backend systems that work well and don't crash are the foundation of a great Tumblr experience. Improving performance, stability, and quality will help us achieve sustainable operations for Tumblr.

Improve performance and stability: deliver crash-free, responsive, and fast-loading apps on Android, iOS, and web.

Improve quality: deliver the highest quality Tumblr experience to our users. 

Move faster: provide APIs and services to unblock core product initiatives and launch new features coming out of Labs.

Conclusion

Our mission has always been to empower the world’s creators. We are wholly committed to ensuring Tumblr evolves in a way that supports our current users while improving areas that attract new creators, artists, and users. You deserve a digital home that works for you. You deserve the best tools and features to connect with your communities on a platform that prioritizes the easy discoverability of high-quality content. This is an invigorating time for Tumblr, and we couldn’t be more excited about our current strategy.

[mandotcom]

moon/lando/woods

in this house we live by the three b's:

✦ boobs! big ones!

✦ blood

✦ bondage

in other words, you can expect glorification of bodies, some amount of gore, light or unconventional bondage, unrealistic amounts of blood/blood for no reason/no blood where there should be more, and flip-flopping between drawing cuddly + sweet and grody + nasty activities. to avoid guidelines kicking my ass and deleting me, every post is a cropped image. clicking on the link underneath will take you to the full one. each image will have any specific warnings underneath, but not in the tags, just because i don't really want people finding me from searching those warnings. if a drawing has gore, i'll be using a system to rank it from light to heavy (✦✦✦/⟡⟡ would be a medium level, for example.) keep in mind not all gore is sexual: not safe for work just means you wouldn't want your boss seeing it on your screen. a fair amount of it will be, though

main art blog: @nouveaumoon

requests: open

rules for requests under cut

✶ obviously you have to be 18+ to send a request. you have to be 18+ to even be here. if your age is not in your bio you will be blocked

✶ won't draw:

✶ underaged characters, feral animal characters, family, any other obvious morally objectionable things i can't think of at the moment.

✶ anything i'm just grossed out by (bodily fluids other than blood spit and cum, unsanitary things, gore that's just a little bit too much for me [eye gore is a hard pass], i can't think of anything else right now but i'll just add as it comes up)

✶ other peoples' ocs without their say so

✶ or real people who are not acting as a character. idk how to word it. whatever you know what i mean: i'd draw vin diesel playing shane wolfe in the pacifier 2005, but not vin diesel.

anything else is pretty fair game!

i may still just not draw something that i don't want to draw, like if its for a show i don't watch and i don't feel like doing it

✶ i especially like to draw trans bodies and my own characters and curse of strahd, so requests of those i would be happiest to oblige ✶

🌚

[popfizzles]

Fizz, I've been really thinking about moving my art from Insta to Tumblr but i dont really know how to start. Do i just post anything or do i plan it out? How did you start out?

Just posting anything is really my only plan when it comes to Tumblr! Don't be afraid, Tumblr really is the only social media site where you can post anything, and have it be found by people looking exactly for that.

I guess the only thing I really should tell you is to be mindful and aware of how tagging works on Tumblr;

You'll notice that I'm someone who tags pretty heavily on my posts, with things like fandoms spelled a little differently a few times, all individual characters even mentioned in the post, etc. This is for the search system here on Tumblr! It works pretty okay here. People can find exactly the kind of content they want this way.

But also, you'll see other tags that don't really mean anything to the post in specific: things like my personal tags. My "fizzles (verb)" tags are for archiving purposes on my blog, and if anything, available for if people want to curate their experience of my blog. If you only want to see me post art, you can blacklist my other tags so only posts tagged as "fizzles draws" show up on your dash!

And another thing about blacklisting I've seen a few people struggle with is censoring words in tags (since posting or saying words like that on other sites were an easy way to get banned). This is unfortunately counterproductive here on Tumblr, because the blacklist system can't pick up when you spell words using symbols or putting slashes between the letters. Be sure to spell out exactly what you mean to keep everyone safe. You won't get banned here for it.

One more tiny thing I've seen about tags that new users struggle with; Tumblr people talk in the tags. Sometimes additional information or comments are BEST if left in tags as opposed to in the body of the post. We love combing through notes on a post to look for nice compliments or funny jokes in tags, it's like looking for presents left by other users! It's a good habit to get into reading tags, since I myself leave stuff in tags that doesn't get read.

I wound up talking way more than anticipated but I hope this is easy to follow! Good luck in starting your tumblr!!

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

spanish lessons.

Gif credits to the author.

FRANCISCO ‘CATFISH’ MORALES.

TRIPLE FRONTIER | USEFUL LINKS.

❝ words: about 900.

❝ request by @phoenixhalliwell: Hey pal 👋 Thank you for being a willing participant to the Frankie teaching the reader Spanish with a reward system HC. I cant wait to see you do with it 😊💛

❝ a / n: don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it, i’d really appreciate it!

Every time you see Frankie talking in Spanish, his face literally brightens as his eyes shine. It isn't common for him to find people who talk in his native language, so you have just heard him speaking to Santi.

Sometimes you've seen some movies and tv shows in that language —for you, unknown, although you know some words and simple sentences.

And you know he misses it, even if he left Chile many years ago.

You have searched to take a course, but they aren't really compatible with your work, so the only option you can see viable is using one of those apps where you can spend the time you want learning and improving, with no pressure.

Duolingo. Everybody talks about it.

Of course, you haven't said anything to your boyfriend, wanting to surprise him. It probably will take you a while, but you'd do anything to see that smile he draws when he speaks in Spanish.

Bit by bit, your vocabulary is more extensive, knowing to identify every single thing around you.

Verb tenses are another story. If when you were in elementary school you thought the English verbs were the most complicated thing in the world, it was because you didn't have Spanish lessons.

As it's normal, you understand it better than you can speak it, get into the habit of watching everything in his language whenever he leaves for a mission during a couple of days. And now, all your music is in Spanish too, which is helping you with pronunciation too.

But when you feel confident enough to say something in his language, you just don't think about it, letting go of the words from your mouth.

“¿Yo puedo tener más café?”

(Can I have more coffee?)

Frankie turns at you blinking confused, believing it has been just his imagination. Sitting at the island kitchen, you have your empty cup raised in your right hand towards him, some steps away from you. Your boyfriend is staring at you in complete silence and you're starting to panic. Have you said something out of place? Has he understood your accent?

Slowly putting down your mug, you grab your phone turning around on your stool, giving him your back. Fastly, you look for the notes app on your phone to check if you have said it correctly. But, when you look up, you find him by your side and his eyes on the screen. You can't help but scream not expecting it, locking your phone before he can really read anything.

“Since when do you spe—? Are you learning español?”

“Uh…” You mumble clearing your throat. “¿Yo puedo tener más café…? ¿Por favor?”

You repeat then scratching your left eyebrow, trying to pretend that your cheeks aren't burning in shame whilst avoiding eye contact with an astounded Frankie. He doesn't reply, coming back to the corner where the coffee maker is, grabbing your mug to pour the drink inside.

“Gracias”.

(Thank you).

“You don't need to say yo at the beginning”.

“Uh?”

“It's enough sayin' puedo tener más café”. He explains offering you back the cup.

“Oh… Oh, okay. I'll write it down”.

Even so, you feel a little bummed because it hasn't had the intended effect. You have been working really hard for the last three months, but you haven't received the smile you were expecting. Puckering your lips in a slightly forced smirk, you take your phone to write his advice, not being capable of looking at Frankie coming closer to you again. He takes off the device from your fingers to leave it on the marble board, leaning forward to press his lips on yours.

This is much better. This is much better than a simple smile.

For some reason, Frankie has taken the habit to kiss you anytime you tell him something in Spanish. A word, an expression, the chorus of a song… He feels proud of you, of the small things you do to make him happy. And it's his way to demonstrate you.

Long conversations are his favorite. He's always looking for an interesting topic, letting you talk for hours and hours while he only hears you enraptured on how good your voice sounds in his language —being a little more honeyed, a little softer. Don't misunderstand him. Frankie loves every single tone of yours, but the Spanish one? That's a higher level.

And he thought that situation couldn't be perfect until he hears you speaking to Santi.

“Para ti, la cerveza más fresca”.

(For you, the coldest beer).

His eyes widen in surprise holding the drink, as you raise both eyebrows nodding with your chin. Until you realize it isn't correct at all.

“Fría. Fría, no fresca. La cerveza más fría”.

“¿Habla español?” He says turning at your boyfriend about to laugh glad of it. “¡Hablas español!”

(She speaks Spanish? You speak Spanish!)

Frankie can't help but kiss you in front of his brother shamelessly, cupping your cheeks on his palms and peppering your lips noisily.

“Espera, ¿qué es eso?” Santi asks frowning funnily.

(Wait, what is that for?)

“Me besa cada vez que digo una frase bien”.

(He kisses me any time I say something correctly).

“No Spanish in my presence”. He fastly demands, taking a sip from his beer while waving his free hand. “I feel like you're gonna have sex if we keep talkin'. And I'm too innocent for that”.

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[imjustaf444keriguess]

okay, you can't just google the basic definition of a word that's used in several contexts. that'd be like me googling system, screenshotting the term used in computing systems, and saying that DID systems aren't real because it has to be made of electronics or whatever.

going to the tulpa.info website, one of the many internet pages created by psychological tulpamancers, we can see a vastly different (although technically related) definition on their main page

by this definition (an entity 'created in the mind, acting independently of, and parallel to your own consciousness [with the ability] to think, and have their own free will, emotions, and memories.'), are tulpa systems endogenic?

we know that endogenic means formed not from trauma, and i think creating an entity in your mind that's sentient of your own volition would count as willogenic/parogenic, which is a genic label that falls under endogenic plurality.

also, some of the sources are very general, and are mentioning systems that are "not DID", and many of the sources talk about non-tulpa plurality (even if some mentioned are similarly willingly made, maybe called sentient imaginary friends instead of tulpas directly)

plurality/systemhood is the state of being more than one "self" in the brain, and endogenic plurality is plurality that's not formed by trauma. if tulpas are separate "selves" in the mind, why do you not count them as endogenic plural beings?

literally, the sources that mention tulpas are talking about bodies with more than one "self" in them, that seem to be sentient and are being studied right now. to ignore them because the oxford dictionary says they're made "in the imagination" is silly.

maybe stop acting like an expert on tulpas being separate if you can't go to one of the most fucking popular tulpa websites. or better yet, he tulpa reddit!

"but it says they're imagined into existence so that means they're fake" if a mental "self" can think and act separately than the other "self" that made it, that's a separate fucking guy. unless you have evidence to show that it's solely imaginary and the studies on tulpas show that they're closer to roleplaying singlets than actual plural systems, then show me the study

because otherwise you're getting mad that people say imagined when clearly, we're referring to sentient "selves" in the brain! you know, plural experiences??

there's also this bit in the FAQ that ogoes into a bit more detail!

and actually i was gonna say this in the tags, but it's a bit silly you used the collins dictionary to search up the definition of tulpa, since i don't think a generic dictionary would focus on anything related to plurality specifically. of course it's gonna talk about the buddhist idea, and not the psychological internet-based-mostly belief and identity that also uses the same name

(i dont think tulpas as an experience is internet-based but the term tulpamancy was popularized on the internet and in practice is nothing like the tulpamancy in buddhism as far as i am aware. it's creating a thoughtform, a headmate, another "self", a sentient imaginary friend, a mental companion, there's many alternative words that people have come up with, on-and-offline.)

i was wondering if their definition of system would include the one used for DID/OSDD systems for years now, even if it didn't include non-traumagenic systems, and... none of the results even allow for the inclusion of that idea.

like of course i'm not a dumbass, i know the definition of what a system is in a plural and disordered sense, but none of those mention sentient parts of the self, none of them mention alters or headmates or switching or dissociation. if that was my only form of research into what systemhood was, i'd be very confused.

this dictionary website doesn't have plurality in the sense that i'm describing it either, referring to politics and the general sense of an amount

maybe trying to use definitions actual systems and tulpas and plurals use might help in the future! and take a single look at the tulpa research at least, coward.

(starting off, we are a traumagenic did system. we have did.)

endogenic systems are absolutely punk and they belong in punk spaces (pluralpunk, systempunk, whatever) and here’s why:

- punk is about embracing who you are and living your life authentically and unapologetically

- punk is about not letting other people dictate how you live your life and who you can be

- punk is about radical acceptance, equality, and solidarity

- punk is about rejecting authority and the establishment (and yes, this includes the medical establishment which is often ableist and causes disabled people real, long lasting harm)

there is no room for anti endos in punk. being anti endo literally is being anti punk. learn more about what punk means, and do better.

[we-dragons]

I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 6 Damian x reader

Professor X sat in his wheelchair glancing around the room he hums his eyes pouring over all that there was finally landing on Robin. He gives me a look gesturing over at him.

"He informed me about The Crows sir, apparently they have gone under the radar, they've killed three people and the system didn't go off. At first, I thought we still had time, I treated a wound he had it he had come in contact with one and fought it. You know like how Wolverine did, I treated the cut and it's gone, but I was sure they were still in the dream state. But he got injured saving those left how survived probably not far from here, but the fact we didn't even receive the ring can only mean...they've returned under complete control again."

Concern fills the face of professor X, he turns to Robin, who shifts uncomfortably by the entrance of my kitchen. "Who are you then?"

"Robin."

The professor nods not even turning from his spot, he looks over Robin as if completing an inspection.

"How much does this Robin Know Dreki, about you, and The Crows?"

"I told him about the Jal-sein, the old race before the collective mind sharing, and he knows about my box of scales." Professor sighs.

"How did you meet him."

"When he broke through my window last week, infected."

"You gave him some scales to purge poison."

"Yes sir."

"Very good," He moves back to his original spot in the middle of the room. "You have been permitted to stop them at all costs if you must. Your uncle will be here soon to help you kill whatever has brought them back, in the meantime try not to use the stones. We don't want to attract more trouble than what has already been done."

"You're allowing me to put my powers to use?"

"As long as you don't wear it out, vibranium is not easy to turn into clothing."

"What a minute!" Robin's voice carried out through the room. "Just what's going on?"

"Robin," Professor X starts. "your world is being invaded by the Crow so that you become one of the many planets they have drained of life. And to do it they need a vessel that can contain the leader of the Jal-sein, Hok'mor." Professor X looks at him, his use

"And?" Robin says his face remaining unreadable

"I was the vessel, I escaped, destroyed the flagship and the army they had." I shiver moving out from my room to the box still lying on the kitchen table. "They were after the life of my home, so then I became a weapon for my planet." I pull out a bag of coins from the box.

"And what do you intend to do now (Y/N), destroy them yourself." Robin stands in the entryway, professor X stands behind him.

"Yes," I turn to him a chakram and the bag of coins in hand. "so unless you know how to obliterate a bird in 15 seconds or less you need to forget this ever happened and never come back."

"So, why tell me any of this, why tell me about anything why expose yourself?"

"So you can tell your family and friends and hopefully, just maybe you can survive. Because knowing them keeps them out of your head, but too much knowing allows them to enter." I pick up Nightmare, he crawls up to my shoulder and I head out of the kitchen, Robin makes room for me but just barely. I open my closet and pull out the last thing I have, two letters one written in my mother's signature ink and the other in my own handwriting, I hold them out to the professor.

"You know there is nowhere left for me to run professor if I end out getting caught...I just want him to have this. In my letter, papers are containing the custody terms for my brother to Uncle. I just need you to grab them to complete the transfer." Professor X slowly takes the letters where they rematerialize on his side.

"Good-bye Dreki, I will see that these get to your Brother."

Professor fades out of the com, and it clicks turning off, I pick it off the floor and slip it into the pocket of my sweatpants. I pulled out the chakram ready to leave a mark on my hand, I only needed a little bit of blood to completely transform when Robin coughs gaining my attention. He leans against the wall to the left of me now glaring at my form, Nightmare growls at the boy from the corner of my eye I see his fangs getting slightly bigger.

"Are you making it a habit to ignore me while I'm here?"

"No, But I do need you to leave, you can't stay here anymore." I begin to push him out the door in the kitchen, he slaps my hands away confusion leaving his face replacing it's with anger. He open's his mouth and I put a magic orange circle on his head.

"You Robin son of batman, found this information interrogating one of the monsters. It spoke in a language that was foreign but somehow understood all of it. You have made no such connection to the girl Y/N M/N, you did not see a man from another dimension, you came back to thank her for her help you had some tea and you were just leaving." I flick my hand and the circle vanishes, his head lowers for a moment as the information in his head readjusts. He moves to the balcony edge turning to face me the scowl returned to his face.

"Thank you for the tea." he pulls out a grappling hook and leaves without another word. I sigh moving to the same device I used to contact the professor. Picking it up I hold it to my mouth.

"Find me the closest thing to a sorcerer supreme, name and whereabouts contact them when you get there."

I toss it back onto the floor and it roars to life to give me a purple image of the earth and orange magic circles to tracking and moving. I move to my couch and fall asleep waiting for this day to take me.

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I wake the next day with the globe still searching for my request I sigh and get ready for work. I thank god that it's just the coffee shop below me, I work on the weekends mostly unless they need an extra member of staff then it's just me and the older lady and her husband. They both owned the building and the shop they helped me get the apartment set up and showed me how to work the coffee machines. I don't really drink coffee though after seeing what a raving maniac my dad became without it, also it was just so bitter no matter how much sugar I put into it. I partially blame my heightened scenes that came with my abilities, so I got free white hot chocolates and any extra flavors I wanted as long as I did my job and chatted with them for a while.

I asked them personally to stay away while I was sick, so they wouldn't be affected. When I get down the stairs Martha, the elderly lady beams thankful that I'm feeling better.

"I so glad you are doing well dear, I know the acidity in our rain makes you sick so Glenn and I got you this umbrella." She hands me a purple umbrella that still has a tag on it, it reads for sun and rain.

"You didn't have to do this Martha, I told you I'm not good with gifts, you already let me stay here on the government's program and gave me a job here, you and Glenn have already done so much." She pushes the umbrella farther into my chest.

"No you do so much for us, you work without complaint, you've also taken care of us and our granddaughter when she came over. When you were sick we were so worried about you so you going to take it or I can give you more gifts."

"Thank you very much."I smile brightly. She pats my shoulder and gestures to the counter to start the machines.

Once all the machines are started, the desserts are placed and the base coffees are made I open shop. Customers come in and some lounge around in the chairs or couches drinking coffees and either studying or chatting with their friends. Molly usually comes on Sunday as one of our regulars, so I would see her then. A few of our regulars are happy to see I'm back at work one of the other tenants gave me a green bean casserole and a hug. It's 5 O'clock and I make a cappuccino as I finish I hear the door open and the bell ring on the counter.

The black-haired blue-eyed male I had gotten to know as detective Richard Grayson, came in every other day at 5, he normally talks often while I tried to take his order. So I memorized what he usually gets so he doesn't block the register so I can still make the register.

"Hey Y/N I'll take the usual."

"I thought so," I hand him his drink " one cappuccino."

He takes his coffee and moves to the bar we have set up if you wanted to watch the process and it's only then I see the other people behind him, one pissed-off looking male with a cigarette in his mouth, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne. I look back to Richard he smiles at me leaning onto the bar.

"They came with me this time, It's family bonding time."

"You mean you dragged us out of the house to grab a coffee from this place cause you have a schedule."

"It's bonding Jason! Bonding!"

The two began arguing in the shop, I return my attention to the other two boys. Tim as at the counter puts a ten-dollar bill on the counter, while Damian does the same.

"Give me a regular coffee, black, large cup."

"Tea, no sugar, regular size."

Their voices crowed each other but since this happens frequently it was easy enough to at least get their orders down.

"Sure here's your change." I look back to the two arguing and I see Jason didn't put out his cigarette. He taps it and the ash of his drug falls to the floor.

Sighing I move out of the workspace gabbing a tong and a wastebasket, I take out the cigarette and throw it in the bin now gaining the full attention of Jason. I give him a stern look he seemed to freeze, bitting back any words he might have prepared to say before.

"Sir, I am not sure if I made we've previously made It but there is a strict no smoking policy. As you see we have many elderly, and young children in our establishment." I smile but I know my face is full of malice. "But please enjoy your stay at our cozy corner of our fine and fair city." I move back behind the counter start on some of my orders, I look at Jason again the smile still on my face.

"Would you like anything?" He gives me an odd look.

"White hot chocolate, Large," he nods his head over at Richard. "Put it on his tab."

"We don't have a tabs sir, he works for the police."

"So?"

"He gets Free coffee." He gawks at me as if I told him the sky was black, and I see Richard trying to contain his laughter.

"You give that guy free coffee?"

"It's a store policy." I pass out the coffee and the tea and I see from the corner of my eye he pulls out a flask. I grab the tongs again and clap them together, Jason looks at me then grumbles putting the flask back in his jacket, and instead pulls out a five and hands it to me. I take it from him gingerly and head straight to work on his order. I hand him both his spare change and his drink, and the complimentary cookie bag that came with it. He gives me another look.

"They come with a drink." I leave and continued my chores around the shop.

"You are doing much better (m/n)." I whip my head around and look at Damian who's behind me on the other side of the counter. His companions seemed to be in deep conversation amongst themselves.

"Yes, I'm doing just fine, it happens occasionally but nothing like a good cup of tea and a few nights rest couldn't fix." I go back to cleaning the counter.

"You were sick for much longer than that."

"Yeah...it happens." I change the topic to "Did you think of anything for the project?"

"Why not make a model, there is not really much to do with it anyway." I gasp dramatically.

"Not much to do with an astrolabe! You clearly didn't read the whole paper!" By now I have caught the attention of his group. Damian frowns.

"No, your paper was written very well, I just don't think we need to dwell too much on this project seeing as how we really are not presenting." I had heard that bit from Molly.

"I suppose your right." I put away the cleaning supplies and turn back to him. "I'll get started on a model right away!"

"You will do no such thing." His voice is stern. "I will come back later and work on it with you," He moves his chair back and heads out the door.

His companions follow quickly after him and they say their goodbyes.

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As promised, he came a few hours later right as my shift ended and another person came for the second half of the day. I moved the glowing tracker to my room so it wouldn't gather any extra attention.

"I have supplies, what is all of that?" my brows furrow staring at the bulging plastic bag in his hand while I turn the keys in my locks. opening the door.

"I wasn't sure if you were prepared." He moves to the door, my arm shoots in his way stopping him.

"I wouldn't go in quite yet."

"What?"

I put a finger to my lips and crouch slowly to the floor, I shake the key in my hand then slid them across the floor. A ball of black attacks the object just as it crosses the doorway. Nightmare attacks the keys rolling around and bitting.

"Ah yes, observe the feral kitten in his natural habitat." I walk inside the door beckoning Damian to follow. "I would beware he is an ankle bitter. You can set up in the living room I'll just drop this guy off in my room."

"Does he attack all the time?"

"He's been like that since I picked him up, I don't blame him he was born in a rough neighborhood." I set Nightmare on the bed next to the floating version of earth. "Watch it make sure it finishes." then head to the living room. Damian has all his stuff set out on the table. There was veneer, paper, paint, some nails, an Exacto knife, a hammer, and a bag of pipe cleaners.

"This looks like stuff to make a birdhouse," I try and pick up some of the wood that was on the table." you realize cardboard, scissors, and a sharpie would have been enough."

"And here I thought you like polished and neat projects."

"yeah, but even with cheap materials you can still create a masterpiece."

"You don't do anything nice for yourself self do you?"

"Dude the most expensive thing I own is a cat who attacks me." I sigh, I sketch out a design for the astrolabe. "Well, why don't you start on the Mater, I'll get to work on the plate for our side of America."

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"3 hours of hard work and I got to say it's not bad." I hold the fished product, It's attached to a string of green yarn. "The calculations are down to point." I put it down, I clean up the mess that's on the floor of the living room.

"About the last time we saw each other, I'm sorry."

"It's fine, you probably knew about me from the news already, the big myste#wayne#scifi#damian#bruce#bats#fanfiction#xreader#characterxreader#jason todd#tim drake#character x reader#mxf#fxm#batboys#batboys x reader#Damianxreader#X reader#DC#Marvel#MarvelxReader#DCxreader#batfam#mutants#Damian Wayne x reader ry of the missing journals. So many interviews." I dump the trash in the kitchen, saying that last part mostly to my self.

"You forgive too easily."

"I'm not as forgiving as you think, honestly you view me too highly it that's what you believe. Would you like something before you leave?"

"No, but I have something for you before I go." I open the door to my room and let Nightmare out.

"Oh?" He's already at the door and pulls a shiny gold card from his pocket, he hands it to me.

"Father thought it would be good to meet you."

"Because I'm the daughter of a famous dead professor, is he going to ask about the journals too?"

"No, this is to apologize for my previous behavior."

"Oh," I take the card looking at it uneasily. "I don't think I can go to this, I don't do well at parties."

"Not a very good excuse." He smirks.

"I'll think about it." I push him out the door and give him the Astrolabe, closing the door slowly. " I'll see you at school."

I look at the card again, It's like the parties mom went to I knew them well. While some were nice, others were nice only in their face. I laugh slightly to myself, Molly already called me earlier telling me I was her plus one to the same thing. This was already suspicious enough as it is. I look at Nightmare who cocks his head at me.

"You think I should go, don't you?" the furball nods

"Fine. I was going to be forced into this anyway."

[its-elvie-innit]

Little tag essay for the people who came from twitter

because there's been a lot of messed up tags in the MCYTblr/DSMPblr community recently!! Hope this helps :D

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To tag for people, use their igns/how people refer to them only.

For example; #Niki Nihachu or #Nihachu, not #niki.

#Scott smajor or #Smajor,

#Dreamwastaken not #Dream or #dream mcyt,

#Technoblade not #mcyt Technoblade,

#Wilbur soot not #wilbur mcyt,

#philza not #philza minecraft

To tag for groups, you also don't need to add in the word "mcyt" or their names. #allium duo works as it should, dw!! *

*There are certain tags, like #dsmp michael that need the dsmp part, because it categorizes the really common name into the lil pig boy category. #dsmp michelle is another one, but things like #foolish junior are unique enough that they don't need anything else

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You don't need to put the same word in multiple tags!!!!!!

I can't say this enough, because artists draw out this big thick category of the same tag in a bunch of variations and it'll just make your art tags so hard to find on your own blog!! I promise you don't need to do this.

#bench trio #mcyt fanart #my art #dsmp and #mcyt

does just as well as

#benchtrio fanart #fanart #dsmp benchtrio fanart #benchtrio art #mcyt art #my fanart #dsmp art #benchtrio #dsmp benchtrio

for our search system

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Please start tagging trigger warnings!! And tag them without censors.

If someone has something blocked, like for example ''tw blood'' or #blood, tagging your post as bl00d blocks the censors, and they'll see it anyways.

Pictures of Shroud should be tagged #spiders or #tw arachnophobia,

suggestive content should be tagged as a variation of not safe for work or suggestive tag warnings,

and while not all of these have to be implemented on your blog specifically if you're drawing someone getting stabbed in the stomach it'd be courteous to allow people blocking privileges!! /lh/gen /nm

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And finally, stop using the tag #m//necraft youtubers!! Stop it!!! D:

i cannot bold this enough

Tumblrs tag system includes every single word separately, and together, in it's sorting algorithm.

So your tag will inevitably end up in the m//necraft tag, and please dears, I'm begging ya, they deal with us enough we gotta stop bothering 'em. !! Mcyt + whichever fandom you're talking about, dsmp hermitcraft or third life, all of them work!!

do not use #M//necraft Youtubers!!!!

do not use #M//necraft Championships!!

do not use #M//necraft Mondays, or #Philza m//necraft, or any variation that uses the word m//necraft*

Please use Mcyt, Mcc/Mc championships, Mc mondays, or just Philza. please. we are begging. please :']

*I have the "i" censored on all of these to prevent them actually showing up in the mc tag, because with how often i've said the word, it probably would !!

[lastoneout]

Okay I just want to stress again that I'm not mad at all, and I 100% understand that Anon is just trying to be helpful, but also this is a good time to cover another facet of how Tumblr works and some basic etiquette I really think ALL of us could stand to be a bit better about, especially with all the new people joining as of late.

Due to how Tumblr's reblogging system works there are often several "versions" of a post going around at any given time. It can be as few as one or two for small posts that don't have many comments or don't get reblogged a lot, or as many as a hundred for huge posts with tons of comments and reblogs.

So, you can have a situation like this:

Essentially, OP makes a post that picks up traction. At some point, someone responds and OP responds to them. This chain gets passed around a bit. However, the original version of the post without any added comments is still on OPs blog and showing up in searches, and maybe someone finds it and reblogs and says something funny or witty or whatever, and THAT version of the post blows up, ending up on everyone's dash WITHOUT whatever OP added.

On top of that, edits are not consistent across every reblog of a post. If I go back and edit the original version of this post after reblogging with this comment, the version with this comment will stay unchanged(hell, I'll go add something to the post after this as an example so you can see). This quirk has actually been used to make some pretty funny memes, but it's worth remembering that if I say, worded things a little badly, even if I fix it on the original post, EVERY reblog out there will still exist with the bad wording and STILL BE REBLOGGABLE. You can't even fully delete a post; if it's been reblogged, it's saved. Even if you delete your entire blog those posts will still stay up on the blogs of everyone who reblogged your post. There's nothing you can do about that. Even turning off reblogs won't take the post down, it will just make it so it can't be shared anymore.

So, some version of the above happens and OP then has to deal with a bunch of people in the reblogs and replies and tags and in their ask box asking them why they didn't address x concern or add y context, even though THEY DID, bcs they did on the version of the post most people DIDN'T see, and none of the hundreds of people responding took a few minutes to look through the post's notes or OP's blog to actually SEE if OP had said anything before chiming in. They just assume bcs it isn't right there in front of them on that version of the post OP must not have said it, which is not always the case.

I see this happen all the time on here, on posts about important topics and on shitposts and memes, and like, I know it's not always the end of the world, and we can't stop it from happening entirely, but I just think maybe we should all take a moment to remember that just bcs the version of the post in front of you doesn't have the info on it doesn't mean OP isn't aware of what you want to bring up, and it's worth it to take a second and check to see if your concern has been addressed BEFORE sending messages or leaving a reply.

Anyway, this has been your Educational Post About How Tumblr Works of the day. Hope it was helpful o7

And also yeah, Anon is right. Telling people to kill themselves is against the TOS and can, and probably will, get you banned, bcs me and all the rest of the sensible people on here are gonna report your ass if we see you doing it.

Edit: I actually forgot, I can pull up the reblog web of the post Anon mentioned! This is only showing about half the reblogs on it, so you can see why it's possible not everyone is seeing the version with my comment about Tumblr's TOS.

You should also tell those people that no, they absolutely cannot tell people to kill themselves on tumblr.

It’s against tos to promote suicide or self harm and anons can now be traced by the staff, so if someone they tell it to reports it, they absolutely will get their account shut down.

I genuinely mean this in the nicest way possible, but if you have time to click on my blog and open my ask box and type this message and hit send then you have time to go into the notes of that post and see that I made an entire addition covering exactly that yesterday.

[maplecornia]

Namjoon

𝔞/𝔫: this will be in Namjoon's POV

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 2.85K

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: romance | slice of life | fluff | angst | bts x female!reader | ot7

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: cliffhangers | angst | fluff | slight mentions of self hatred | depression | mental health illness | self harm | occurs in the year 2024 | set in a timeline where BTS went to the military together | slight language

tags: @kookaine | @fangirl125reader | @kookiebbyxx | @taradevonne | @rae-bear | @mangminnie | @pixiekooo | @cana

My hands flying across the keyboard, I have no room to think about anyone or anything else other than my work. I have no intention to think about anything else.

I've heard it said that there are those with a wasteland in their minds. They are constantly searching for something to give their life meaning, but everything they find isn't good enough. They are constantly trying to break the last record, find a new tune, discover another song to play in their hearts. They can never rest, they never want to rest for if they did they would lose their minds.

Pulling away from the board, I find that I'm shaking. My eyesight is wavering, I can't even think straight.

Am I the same as those lost?

Sighing, I hold my head in my hands.

What am I doing? I have no time to be worrying over things that don't matter. My gaze drifting, I notice a coffee cup on the table beside me, along with a small bag of snacks resting against it. Mildly amused, I stand to investigate, and find a note tied around the bag. Pulling on it, I blink in surprise at the neat but shaky Hangul written there.

Namjoon, I'm not too good at writing in Korean just yet so I hope that this is understandable.

This is a coffee cup, but if you need some water or an energy drink, I placed some beside your bag. This is a little bag of leftover snacks I found at the vending machine.

I'm sorry I couldn't find something better than this, but I hope it's enough for a small pick me up.

Please remember to get some rest tonight, I don't want you working too hard.

-Yen

I don't realize I'm crying until a tear runs from my cheek and lands on the small slip of paper. Surprised, I frantically dry the tear from the paper before holding it close to my chest as though it were my only comfort. The tears continue to run down my face, and I fall to the floor almost sobbing as unexplainable emotions surge through my body. Too fast and too many at once for me to be able to understand.

"Why...why are you so kind?"

Does she even realize the effect she has on my heart? The way she tears and turns it as though it were nothing? She doesn't even have to think twice about her actions. She doesn't do these things to gain something from me, in fact, she expects nothing, and yet...

She makes me want to give her the world.

.

.

.

"What are you talking about?"

Jaejin smiles at the question, almost as though he were dealing with a child who didn't want to let go of their parents on his first day of school. Scoffing almost, I fold my arms in indignation. Since when was I the child in this relationship?

"It's quite simple hyung, I'm going to be away for a couple of months. It's not that big of a deal."

"Not a big deal?!" Reaching forward, I stop him from packing. He looks up at me, a bit surprised. "Jaejin, need I remind you of your position? You can't just leave whenever you see fit. There are policies, systems set in place, responsibilities you have to uphold."

Jaejin rolls his eyes before politely removing my hand from his stuff.

"Namjoon, you didn't think I knew? I've already taken care of everything."

As he pulls away, rummaging in his desk for a pen and sticky note, I stare at him dumbfounded. He's leaving, isn't he? Just when I've come back, now one of my closest and most trusted friends is leaving me behind. Scolding myself, I try to push the feeling of being betrayed to the back of my mind.

Jaejin has a right to pursue his dreams, I shouldn't hold him back. This isn't something to be upset over, I should be happy for him, I should support his decision.

But I don't want to say goodbye.

He must've noticed my expression, for when he next speaks, I can tell his words were meant to comfort me.

"You know, you're going to love Yen."

"Yen?"

"That's the person coming in to replace me."

I stare at him, not wanting to believe his words. He's having someone come in to replace him as my manager? How can he expect someone I don't even know to replace him at my side? Just how long is he planning to stay away?

Almost sensing my discomfort, Jaejin turns to me and places his hand on my shoulder. "There's no reason to worry. Yen will do an amazing job, okay?"

"How can you be so sure?"

At my question, he gets this faraway look in his eye and beckons for me to join him as he settles down in one of the chairs set up at his desk.

"Yen is someone special, you'll probably notice that as you get to know her." I open my mouth to ask him how, but he holds his hand up, already foreseeing my immediate response. I roll my eyes at the gesture, understanding his point and shutting up.

"I'm not just saying this as her friend, she's someone who I think will help you a lot. Though she might not think she's qualified for the job, and she may doubt herself every second of the way, she will try her hardest to be the best she can be." Watching him talk about her, almost as though she were the thing he treasured the most on earth, both confuses and intrigues me. What is she, perfect? No person is, so what's the difference with her?

"Yen is the kind of person who speaks to others through their emotions. She knows when you're sad, angry, tired, she can see it all through a few gestures. With a simple look your way it's as though she can see all the hidden secrets of your soul." In his wistful eyes, I wonder about the history between the two of them. Missed chances, unspoken words, regrets, do they have any of those? The way he talks about her, I don't think they are merely just friends.

"My point is, she'll take care of you. You don't ever have to be afraid of losing yourself when she's around, because she'll always bring you back."

.

.

.

Holding the note in my hands now, the way it feels almost as though she were there right beside me, holding me as I shake from all the built-up pain and frustration, I realize that Jae is right.

She's always there, helping me, supporting me. She gave me a reason to continue, she showed me that I didn't have to take care of everyone all the time. She reassured me that I wasn't alone, that she would stay beside me no matter what happened.

.

.

.

"Your music changes with you, don't you know?"

As she sits across from me, her wide eyes piercing mine with their deep stare, I try to make some sense of her words. Yes, I understand that music changes, but what does that have to do with me and my struggles? I'm afraid I don't love making music anymore, and this is what she responds with?

She smiles almost understandingly at my perplexed expression, and I quickly hide it, unaware I was being so obvious.

"Namjoon, maybe the reason why you feel so trapped is not that you don't love music anymore, but rather because you're trying to recreate something from the past." My eyes widening at the thought, I pull away from the soundboard. Was that what I was doing? Trying to recreate a past sound when the sound inside has already changed?

"Music grows as you grow, it flourishes the same way. Maybe in order to find yourself again, you have to let go of what your music used to be." Turning to her, somehow I know she sees the pain and the fear reflected in my eyes.

What if who I am now isn't good enough? What if this person isn't worthy of his title? What if I've become what I've always been afraid of?

Nothing.

Reaching forward, she takes my hand into her small ones and smiles warmly my way. A smile meant to calm me down, a gesture meant to calm the storm that threatens to rise in my chest.

"That doesn't mean you have to forget, it doesn't mean you have to say goodbye. It just means you have to move on, and grow as you've done before. If there's one thing I know, it's that you are good enough. You are worthy of their love, you are worthy of everything you have ever accomplished."

She smiles somewhat cockily as her eyes locked with mine, almost making me forget my doubt.

"Now, you just have to prove it to them once more."

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.

.

She taught me what I was doing this for, reminded me why I love music, why I chose this path. It was her light, her passion that showed me the way.

Raising myself off of the ground, and pocketing the note, I turn back to the computer. Back to my work. Wiping my tears, I sit down taking a deep breath before resuming.

I won't let her down.

note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAMJOON! I hope you have a great birthday, and continue to be the amazing leader you have been for the longest time! I'm looking forward to the day where we can see you again.

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[wholesome-lee-trash]

I posted 32 times in 2021

30 posts created (94%)

2 posts reblogged (6%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.1 posts.

I added 94 tags in 2021

#sanders sides tickling - 18 posts

#sanders sides fanfiction - 18 posts

#sanders sides - 11 posts

#tickle fanfic - 9 posts

#tickles - 7 posts

#lee!virgil - 7 posts

#ticklish - 7 posts

#ler!roman - 6 posts

#lee!logan - 6 posts

#ler!remus - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 25 characters

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Patton x Remus (I’m not sure what the ship name is) a tickle monster fight? (Sorry I’m very bad at prompts (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)）

YESSS when I saw this I just went... That is perfect.

Word count: 526

Warnings: Remus, Deceit, murderers, and tickles.

Characters: Patton, Remus, Deceit, Logan

Fandom: Sanders Sides

I'm bored...

It was a pretty quiet day in the Mind Palace. Everyone was doing their own things in their rooms, when Patton got bored. He left his room, searching for someone to hang out with, when he found Remus watching TV.

"Hi Remus!" The moral side greeted.

"Hello! Don't you just find it so interesting, these shows?" Patton sits on the couch, and looks at the TV. He's watching a serial killer documentary.

"Uh... not really. Say, kiddo, why don't we watch something more... family friendly?"

"What? No!"

"But Remus!" Patton says.

"No! Jefferey Dahmer is so interesting! Did you know he was gay?"

"No...?"

"Yeah! And he-"

"I don't want to learn about murderers, Remus." Patton says, swaying from side to side to show he's bored.

"Then what DO you want to do?" Remus asks.

"I don't know. I'm bored." Patton says.

"Hm. What if you can fly, but only for a short period of time? Because jumping-"

"No. We're not jumping off the roof of a building to test your theory." The duke crosses his arms.

"But-"

"That's enough out of you, mister!" Patton says playfully and pounces on the Duke, sitting on his waist while he lay on the couch.

"Pat-" Remus gets cut off by his own laughter, when Patton starts using his thumbs to thoroughly massage his armpits. "Nohohoho!"

"Awe!" Patton says. "Adorable."

"Nohohoho! Ihihi'm nohohOHOHOT!" Remus's laughter significantly increases when Patton moves to his belly. "PAHAHATTON! NO!"

"Mm... Patton yes." He says, dipping his finger into the Duke's belly button, as his shirt had ridden up some from all the squirming.

"I think I found a giggle button Remus!" A snort, and Patton stopped immediately, hoping he wasn't going too far, and Remus was getting enough oxygen.

"Hehehehe." Remus allowed the residual giggles to leave his system. Then Remus looked at Patton with a glint of mischief in his eyes. Patton knew that look, so he tried to run for the door, but Remus tackled him to the floor before he could get away.

"Remus, can't we tahalk about thihis?" Patton asks, already giggling, knowing what's about to happen.

"No." Remus says, going straight for Patton's tummy, which is definitely one of his worst spots. He immediately erupted into happy laughter, pushing at the Duke's hands.

"Nahahaha! Rehehmus!" Patton protested. "Dohohon't!"

"Don't what?"

"Tickle mehehe!"

"Tickle you? Ok, because you asked." Remus shrugs, dipping his finger into Patton's 'giggle button'.

"NOHOHOHO!" Patton squealed, kicking the floor and pushing as hard as he could at the Duke's hands.

"Ahem." A voice said from the doorway. The world seemed to stop for a moment, besides Patton's giggling. Both Patton and Remus turned their heads to see who it was. Logan and Deceit were in the doorway. Remus slowly got off of Patton, who sat up and protected his middle. The four sides just stared at each other for what seemed like the longest minute in existence.

"Patton?" Logan asks. The side in question shook his head, anticipatory giggles taking over.

"Remus?" Deceit asks. The Duke slowly shuffles away.

Safe to say this was one of the biggest tickle fights in the Mind Palace.

34 notes • Posted 2021-03-12 00:41:27 GMT

#4

Remus spooking logan with threats to- uh oh, tiggle him~

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Word Count: 969

Ship: None

Characters: Ler!Remus, Lee!Logan, Roman, Patton, Virgil, Janus

Warnings: Deceit, Remus, Tickles

A/N: You know, I think the whole "Nothing gets past the tickle monster" Thing is gonna become that thing that I just do and that's how you know it's me. Hope you like the story!

Talking is Easy

It had started out as playful banter one day. But his reaction to it, it was priceless. So, he did what anyone would do. Continue.

"I'll tickle you if you don't give me a jar of Crofters!"

"Stop working so we can DO something! Or else... I'll tickle you!"

"I'm gonna tickle you!" Remus says, having fun teasing the normally stoic side. The poor man's reaction was adorable. A bright pink flush crept into his face, while he tried so desperately to hide it without looking suspicious. Stuttering over his words, he usually just went to his room to cool down for a bit.

But today he was acting just a bit strangely.

Logan woke up in a good mood. He felt a desire, butterflies in his stomach. But what could he possibly desire? Remus' words ran through his heads.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle!"

Oh, no.

If Logan even saw Remus today, he knew the Lee mood would get so much worse. Not to mention the teasing that he's been doing for however long it's been. He groans. If he goes to breakfast, he might see Remus. If he doesn't, Patton will worry and force him to leave his bedroom, and probably see Remus.

The logical side gets up and goes to breakfast, which happened to be waffles.

Logan has sat down and started eating before he witnessed a very rambunctious dark side enter the room.

"Morning everyone! What are we having for breakfast today? Ooh! Pancakes with abs!" Logan then sees a very tired looking Deceit walk through the doorway. Been there before. The Duke gobbles down his waffles and runs out the room, like a child on Christmas morning running to see their presents.

"How does he have so much energy all. The. Time?" Deceit whines, laying his head on the table. Logan, feeling sympathy for him, took care of his dishes and went to find the Duke.

"Why, hello there, Lo-Lo!" Remus says.

"That... isn't how you sit on a couch." He had sat himself on the top of the sofa, leaning against the wall behind him, feet on the cushions.

"Sure it is! Sit with me Logan!"

"How do you have so much energy?"

"Oh, simple! You just steal Janus' energy drink, replace it with water, and boom, now you have energy! Why, are you in the mood to steal, Lo?"

"No, I'm not. Merely curious, was all." Logan starts to walk away.

"Looogan!" Remus whines. "Sit with me! Or I'll tickle you!" Logan's face started to burn.

"Talking is easy, but doing is harder." Remus practically jumped off the couch.

"C'mere, Logan!" He called as a chase ensued. Logan never acted like that normally. Normally, he'd stutter a little, and then just leave the room. Today, he didn't do that. Strange.

Logan made it back to the kitchen table before Remus could catch him and hid behind Patton.

"What's going on, kiddo?" Patton asks, not opposed to shielding Logan from Remus.

"Come here, Lo!" Remus taunts, moving closer.

"No." Logan moves away.

"Remus." Deceit says sternly, ready to put up with his tomfoolery for the day. "Stop chasing Logan."

"Oh come on, Jan. He wants it! Don't you, Lo-lo?"

"No." Logan couldn't help the blush that rose on his cheeks.

"I'm so confused." Virgil says quietly.

"What's going on here?" Roman asks.

"Oh, I'm just going to tickle him!" The Duke answers.

"Really? Is that what this is all about?" Patton asks, directed towards Logan and Remus.

"Of course-" Logan saw an opening while Remus was answering Patton, and ran towards his room. "LOGAN!" Remus following not too far behind.

"Well, now I'm interested." Virgil says.

"Come on then! Let's go watch!" Roman jogs to catch up with them, Virgil close behind. Janus followed them silently, Patton left to clean the kitchen and bake some cookies.

"NO!"

"Yes!" The Duke yelled after Logan. They ran into some room, without an exit. It took Logan only a few seconds to realize his mistake, the Duke guarding the only door, the one they came in through.

"Uh... Now Remus. I-I'm sure we can talk about this, yeah?"

"Logan, you challenged me."

"I did not! I merely said, talking is easy, doing is- Oh." Remus stalked closer and Logan extended his arms, keeping distance between them. "No!"

"Yes!" Before Logan could comprehend, Remus tackled him and had him pinned on the floor.

"Remus! Get off!"

"No! But, I will do this!" His hands turn into claws, absolutely wrecking Logan's sides.

"ACK! No! RemuS!" Logan fights the wobbly smile that's already on his face, the giggles bubbling up quickly. His hands fly to the Duke's wrists, trying to push him off, unsuccessful.

"Oh, did you want me to move down here?" He teases, massaging his hips. Logic's head falls backwards, giggles streaming out of him uncontrollably.

"Nahahahahaha! Dohohohon't!"

"Awe, why not, Lo?"

"Ihihihit!"

"Tickles? Yeah, that's kinda the point." Remus moves up to Logan's ribs, scratching the spaces in between the bones.

"Nohohohahahaha! Rehehehemuhuhus!" Logan laughs, kicking his legs. He was becoming weaker by the second, the tickling too much to bear. Remus continued to switch between different tickle spots, keeping Logan on his toes. All Logan could do was laugh, which eventually became silent.

"Alright, that's enough." Roman intruded, pulling Remus off and smacking his hands away.

"Noooo!" The Duke whined as he watched Logan curl into a ball.

"Well, if you're done, I totally don't think that Patton's made some cookies." Janus says, scaring everyone but Remus, who's used to him seemingly popping up out of nowhere. Virgil helped Logan up, still a little giggly, while Roman walked with Remus. They all entered the kitchen, seeing as the cookies were on the stove cooling down.

"Where did Patton go?" Roman asks.

"Nothing gets past the tickle monster."

35 notes • Posted 2021-08-15 04:20:45 GMT

#3

Prompt: Analogical tummy tickles! Virgil wants to tickle the others and starts with Logan. But of course, Logan gets him back (once he knows he's ok with it)!

YES. JUST YES.

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Characters: Switch!Logan, Switch!Virgil

Word count: 427

Warnings: None, just tickles!

You're Up Early

"Hi Logan." Virgil greets, walking into the common room and sitting on the couch.

"Hello Virgil. What are you doing up so early?" Logan asks.

"Couldn't sleep."

"Again?" The logical trait sighs. "You need sleep. There's many negative side effects-"

"I know, Logan. I know." A few beats of silence. Due to the restless night, he got a major ler mood, one because he wanted control.

"What's on your mind?" Logan asks. Virgil looks up at him, and back down at his hands.

"Nothing." The anxious trait mutters. What if he doesn't like to be tickled? What if he doesn't want it? What if the laughter wakes the others?

"Virgil." Logan says firmly, making Virgil's head snap up to pay attention. "No one else is here. You can talk to me. I'll admit that I'm not the best at helping with feelings, but-"

"I just... I want to... tickle someone. And I know that you don't really-"

"Virgil! Stop. If it will make you feel better, then I will... consent."

"Really? I don't want to force you." Virgil says.

"Yes."

"Ok... um... lay down? I guess?" So Logan lays down on the couch, as Virgil moves to sit on his hips. "Comfy?"

"Go ahead." Logan says, doing his best to keep his voice from faltering. Virgil starts squeezing up and down his sides, scratching lightly at his ribs, drilling his thumbs into armpits. The laughter that came from these minimal effort actions was magical.

"Awe, Logic." Virgil smirked, a teasing smirk. He started dancing his fingers across his tummy.

"VIHIRGIHIL!" Logan laughed, blush rising.

"What's wrong? Am I teasing you?" Logan turned his head, closing his eyes, and nodded, all the while laughing. "Don't worry. Let's get right to the point, shall we?"

"NOHOAHAHA!" Logan protested, unable to stop himself from gripping Virgil's wrists. The anxious trait dipped his finger down into his belly button and wiggled it around.

Logan snorted.

This signified that he wasn't getting enough air, so Virgil let up immediately and got off of him. Logan went limp and let the residual giggles escape. After a few minutes, he sat up and looked at Virgil.

"Are you feeling better?" Logan asks, as if they meditated rather than had a tickle fight. Virgil nods, a small smile playing at his lips.

"Good." Logan tackles him down onto the couch. "Do I have permission to get my revenge?" A bashful nod, and another round of tickling.

Little did they know, Patton was down there the whole time, watching them.

"Nothing gets past the tickle monster."

38 notes • Posted 2021-04-01 22:00:52 GMT

#2

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Word count: 4939

Ship: None

Warnings: Deceit, Remus, safeword usage, pretty intense tickles, alcohol

A/N: Oops I accidentally made this. I promise I'm working on requests but this was in my brain, it had to be written! Uh oh, Long fic needing multiple parts alert!

Itsy Bitsy Spider

Janus had one too many drinks.

Well, maybe more than that.

He stumbled around, seemingly looking for something. He was laughing happily, something that doesn't happen often if it isn't forced out of him. As much as Patton would have loved to hear more of his precious laughing, he knew he should help.

"Jan? Whatcha doing?" Patton asks, going up to him.

"Remusss?" He asks, putting his hand on Patton's face. The bespectacled side pulled the hand off.

"No, it's Patton." Janus leans his head on Patton's shoulder, hat slipping off. A wave of giggles pursued. "Did you want Remus?" Janus shakes his head no into the shoulder. Patton wraps his arms around the snake, moving him over to sit on the couch. Patton sat against the arm of the couch and pulled Janus backwards into his lap.

"Dohoho the thihihing!" Janus giggled, almost tiredly.

"What thing?" Patton asks, confused.

"The thihing... I used to, Virgil, and he'd fall 'sssleep."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Janus." As if on cue, Virgil walked into the room and sat down on the other couch.

"Virgil?" The anxious side looked over, seeing a drunken Janus laying on Patton.

"Yeah?"

"What's he going on about?"

"Ihi lihike it! You gohotta do ihihit to me aaaaaall the time! Ohohor I be sahad! Please?" Janus babbled.

"Uh... I'm gonna need some context."

"He says he used to do it to you, and you'd fall asleep." Virgil thought for a moment, before being struck with realization.

"Uh... I-I don't know." Virgil got up and left the room, redness forming on his cheeks. Though, maybe it's not so bad. Now he can embarrass the snake.

"Jan, you gotta tell me what you want." Patton encourages.

"Plehehease?"

"Do you want me to... play with your hair?" Patton moves his hands to do just that.

"No..."

"I don't know what you want. Do you want a hug?"

"Noo!"

"Then what do you want?"

"Tired!"

"You're tired? Do you want to go to bed?" Patton asks.

"No, I wanna... Ughhhh!" He groans, putting his hands on his face.

"So dramatic." Patton giggles. "You should go to bed, kiddo."

"Nah!" He acts like a kid. Patton still drags him to his room, and as soon as his head hits the pillow, he's out like a light. The moral side turns out the light and shuts the door, going to bed himself.

"So. Just us now." The prince says from the dining table. The lights were only on in there and in the kitchen, where Virgil was.

"I guess so." Anxiety sits on the counter, looking at Roman.

"Why was Janus drunk?"

"Dunno. Dealing with your brother all day every day must be... difficult, to say the least."

"You're probably right. Why'd you go in there and come right back out?"

"Patton didn't want me turning on the TV."

"Mm. Well, I'm gonna head to bed." With that, the prince was off.

"Night."

In the morning, Janus woke up groggy, but was startled awake when he saw Virgil sitting at his desk. His arms were crossed, watching him.

"Why are you in my room?!"

"You were drunk last night."

"How does that give you the right to be in my room?"

"You told the others how you just had to be tickled all the time, otherwise you'd be sad."

"What. Why would I say that? I don't even like- Oh, you know what, I probably lie a lot more when I'm drunk." Deceit nods, though he couldn't deny the redness creeping up in his human cheek.

"Mm. Yeah. Indeed." Virgil's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Why would I even say such a thing?"

"You wanted to be tickled. You never said the word. But you did say 'that thing I used to get Virgil to go to sleep.'"

"Oh. I'm in trouble now, aren't I?"

"No, of course not! I just, didn't know you 'don't' like being tickled." He used air quotes.

"I don't." He hissed.

"Mm. Then explain the blush."

"I'm hot, is all."

"Oh, ok. Welp, I should get going. I just wanted you to know I have blackmail on you. Have a nice day!"

"I don't like you." Janus mutters.

"What was that?" Virgil asks, even though he heard the snake clearly.

"I said, you too!"

"That's what I thought." Virgil left the room and closed the door, leaving Deceit to get dressed and such.

"This is not only terrifying." Deceit thinks. "But fueling a major Lee mood." He breathes, checking the mirror to be sure he's presentable, and not blushing, and leaves his room.

"Hey Jan Jan!" Remus greets, with way too much energy for this early.

"Hello, Remus." He continues to walk to the dining room, where he finds Virgil talking to Roman.

Odd and terrifying.

"Good morning Janus! You feeling better?" Patton asks.

"No, not at all."

"Oh, I'm sorry-" Deceit sighs at Patton's gullibility.

"I was lying."

"Oh. Then that's good!"

"What are you cooking?"

"Pancakes! They'll be ready soon!" Janus nods, and goes to sit down. Virgil sits next to him and whispers.

"Today is going to be fuun!" Janus hisses, and Virgil just smirks. "So fun."

"Come now, don't fight, unless you're fighting the dragon witch!" Roman declares.

After breakfast, everyone splits to do their own activities. Logan goes to his room, Roman and Remus go to the creativity, Patton goes to his room, and Virgil and Deceit go to the living room to watch TV.

"Can we watch what I want to watch?" Virgil asks.

"But-"

"Oh, that's fine. I'll just go tell everyone that you're ticklish and want to be tickled." That word!

"Fine." Janus hands the remote to Virgil and crosses his arms.

Animaniacs?

A strange choice, but it wasn't like he could question it. Until the theme came on, and he figured out why Virgil had been so insistent on doing a children's show. Janus gave Virgil a death glare, but he ignored it.

He got into the show, but again and again he was reminded of why he was watching that show in the first place. Every 20 minutes or so, he'd see it again.

"You know, I'm thirsty." Janus finally said, reaching his limit on how many times he could see a tickle scene without spontaneously combusting. And so, Virgil followed him to the kitchen.

"Me too. Can you get me a cup of orange juice?"

"You can get it yourself!" Janus objects.

"Oh, then I guess I can tell everyone just how much you want to be tickled right now."

"No!" Janus grabs his arm before he can walk off. "I mean, I can get you a glass of orange juice." And so, he makes his own drink, before reaching for a cup for Virgil. In doing this, the anxious trait decided it'd be a good idea to poke the snake's side. He froze.

"I will slap you." He says, as he slowly brings the cup down.

"I'll get everyone to pin you down so you can have absolutely no wiggle room, and then you'll have me, Logan, Roman, Patton, and Remus tickling you all at once. Two of us will have both hands open, which means, 10, 20... 35 wiggling fingers on your ticklish little body, not to mention all the teasing that will consume you, making you that much more ticklish." Deceit hadn't noticed until now, but he'd set the cup on the counter and was backed into a corner, Virgil mere inches away from him. "Blushing? Already?"

"Virgil!" Deceit puts his hands in between himself and the mentioned. Butterflies swarmed in his stomach, so very ready to be tickled. "I don't want to be tickled!"

"Greatest lie of the century, Jan. Too bad I can see right through you."

"Stoooop!" He whines, but he'd never admit it. Footsteps come down the hallway, and they scrambled to just stand next to each other.

"What's going on here?"

"Ah, Roman! Just the prince I wanted to see. Can you go get-"

"Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up!" Janus repeated, until he just placed his hand on Virgil's mouth. Virgil tried to pry his hand off, Deceit clearly disconcerted about what he was going to say.

"Go get the-"

"SHHHHHHH!" Janus shushed him, being louder than Virgil.

"What is going on?" Roman asks.

"Others!" Virgil got out, before another hand was placed on his mouth.

"Ok, I'll go get the others."

"No!" Janus pleads.

"Haha-" Virgil mocks, but Janus hisses at him. Roman was already down the hallway. He couldn't stop him now. Janus uses his plan B.

Hide.

So, he runs to his room and locks the door, sitting against it.

Meanwhile, when Roman got back with the others, Deceit was gone.

"Guys. Today I learned that Janus likes being tickled. We have to go tickle him!"

"How'd you figure that out?" Logan asks.

"Long story."

"We have time. Where is he?" Roman asks.

"In his room. So, come on, we have to go get him! It'll be funny."

"Maybe he doesn't want it right now." Logan says.

"You're not listening to me. He's been wanting to be tickled all day. I'm giving everyone an opportunity to 'get him back' and to tickle him. Don't you like his laugh?" He asks Patton, who nods. "And don't you want to get back at him for pretending to be you?" He asks Logan.

"Indeed."

"And don't you want to get back at him for lying so much?" He asks Roman, who stands, confused.

"I mean, yes, but, how did you figure out he likes being tickled? Did he forget to cover his tracks, as they say?"

"He was drunk, that's how I know."

"Isn't that kinda mean, though? Virge, he has no control over what he does or says while under the influence."

"So? He still wants to be tickled, like, a lot. He admitted it to me this morning!"

"When?" Logan asks.

"I said, 'I didn't know you don't like to be tickled', and he said, 'I don't' That's a double negative, crosses out, and it means that, indeed, he likes being tickled." Everyone looked at Logan, and he nodded. "So, is everyone game?" One by one, everyone nodded. "Good. Here's the plan:"

Meanwhile, Deceit sat at his door, trying to calm his blush and his lee mood. Everyone is about to come after him, and he knew it. He was nervous, but excited at the same time. Anticipation filled his body, other than the butterflies taking shelter in his tummy. Did he want it? Yes, of course he did. But he couldn't admit it, he had a reputation to uphold. One of the most stoic sides, the mysterious dark side.

"Janus?" He heard Remus' voice. He stood up, ear pressed against the door.

"Yeah?"

"I have a question."

"What?"

"Can I come in?" He tried the door handle. Locked.

"You can ask through the door!" Janus says. He heard a mumble. Janus unlocked the door and slowly opened it. "I'm sorry?" The door was yanked the rest of the way opened by Roman.

"Are you ticklish, Jan?" Remus asks, advancing, the others following suit. Janus was backed into his bed, so he went around it, until he, once again, was cornered.

"No!" He lied.

"Now now, lying isn't good, kiddo." Patton says. Janus sinks to the floor, hands protecting him.

"Um... I need... to... I... um... I can't... right now because..." He stutters, trying to find a way out. However, given that there are 5 people trying to tickle him, the butterflies in his tummy, and that there is no way out except for the one door in his room, it's given that he'd be prioritizing the security of himself rather than find a lie to tell.

"I-I'm sure we can talk this out, w-we..."

"Oh, of course we can talk! But first..." Virgil yanked him away from his corner and pinned him down, Logan and Patton sitting on his arms, Remus and Roman sitting on his legs.

"Wait a minute. Both hands are open for 5 people! I think I did my math wrong earlier. That means 50 fingers, all tickling you. 50 fingers skittering across your helpless body. You couldn't move if you tried." A wobbly smile made it's way onto Janus' face. Patton leaned down to talk in his ear.

"Safe word?" Logan asks. "Or stoplight method?"

"Um... y-yeah. Stoplight."

"This is ok, right? We'd never do anything you didn't want to happen to you."

"If you truly don't want it, it's perfectly fine to say so right now." Roman says.

"I-It..." He huffed, knowing he'll either have to live with this Lee mood, or be absolutely and undeniably embarrassed. He thought for a few moments, as to not turn into a stuttering mess.

"I would absolutely not like for it to happen."

"Oh, then I guess we can't tickle you." Virgil says, and the group gets up. Deceit lays there, unmoving.

"I lied! Shouldn't you know this by now? You should- it's a lie!"

"What's a lie?" Virgil asks, and the group goes back to their positions. Janus breathes.

"I would not like to be tickled."

"Mm. Even if it is a lie, we do need some form of honest consent, which means no lies, no peer pressure, no anything, just you and your honest opinion."

"Fine."

"Fine... what?"

"You can... do it."

"Do what?" Oh, if looks could kill, Virgil would've been a goner.

"You're really milking this, aren't you?"

"Of course not! We just want your honest consent, make sure we're all on the same page here." Sarcasm drips from his voice. Deceit breathed, then sighs, laying his head back on the ground.

"Okyoucantickleme."

"I'm sorry? Was that just me or all of us?"

"All."

"So... say it again? Just so we're all understanding each other."

"I hate you."

"I'm sure."

"Youallcannot- er..." He sighs. "Youallcantickleme."

"Say a little louder, and a little clearer?"

"You know what I said, just do it!" Janus whines.

"I'm triple-checking."

"You don't need to triple check!" He whined, trying to move to see how easily he could escape. He found it near impossible to move at all.

"Yes I do!"

"Just do the thing already!"

"What thing?"

"You're doing a great job forcing me to say stuff."

"Fine then. We'll all tease you then." He kneels next to his side, putting his wiggling fingers dangerously close to his tummy. Everyone else picked up on it and added their fingers.

"Nope, not gonna work." He closes his eyes, tilting his head towards the ceiling.

"Wanna bet?"

"You're not gonna win this one, Virge."

"Look at how close my fingers are to tickling you! It'll put you in pure bliss, that giggly state. C'mon, kiddo, all you gotta do is say a few words." Patton says.

"The itsy-" Remus starts.

"NO!" Janus' eyes burst open, trying his best to get away. It didn't work.

"Bitsy spider~"

"Remus! Don't!"

"Went up the water-"

"REMUS!"

"Spout. Down came the-"

"Please!" Roman watched his brother do the motions without actually touching the snake, and how it was driving him insane.

"Rain and washed-"

"Remus!" His cheeks were flushed pink, embarrassed, or something, by this game.

"The spider out."

"NO!"

"Out came the sun-"

"Stop!"

"And dried up all the rain."

"Remus! Don't!"

"The itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again." Deceit relaxed once the song was finished.

"So... I'm confused?" Virgil says.

"He's weak for those tickles."

"No I'm NOT!" He blushes. "But I won!"

"X-" Remus smirks.

"I HATE YOU!"

"Marks the spot."

"STOPIT!"

"With a circle and a dot!"

"REMUS I BEG OF YOU!"

"Up come the pirates-"

"FINE I'LL SAY IT!" And so, Remus stops. "Haha tricked- NO I WAS JOKING! I was joking! Haha, funny! Right?" He breathed. "You. All. Can. Tick...le. Tickle. Me."

"So... green light?" Virgil asks.

"Really? I gave you-"

"Digging, di-"

"GREEN!"

"Ok, you need to teach me these songs." Virgil tells Remus. Deceit lays, realizing what he's done.

"For sure."

"What have I done." Deceit says.

"You got yourself into a position where I can teach everyone about those songs!"

"But first, let's tikki tikki tickle our little-" Patton says.

"You know what, I think I preferred the songs to this."

"And I think, you're full of BS." Remus says, squeezing his human side. He tries to squirm away.

"And I think, I'm confused as to why singing itsy bitsy spider and the... x marks the spot or whatever, gets to you." Virgil says.

"Oh, I just conditioned him so-"

"RemuS I SWEAR-"

"Whenever he hears those songs, it means the tickles he likes-"

"I DO NOT!"

"Are coming!"

"No! He's lying, I, for one, DO NOT LIKE CHILDISH-"

"YEAH YOU DO-" Logan sighed at the chaos and vibrated his fingers into poor Deceit's ribs. That shut him up real fast, and therefore quieting Remus.

"C'mon, guys. I think we need to stop teasing our ticklish kiddo and actually give him what he wants!" Patton says, dragging his finger ever so slowly down his ribs. Deceit inhales sharply. A few pokes to the sides and ribs and tummy. His eyes had closed again, focusing on not laughing. The pokes soon turned into strokes, very long strokes. He was struggling to keep his laughter in.

"It's ok Dee! You can laugh!" Patton says, wiggling his finger under his chin.

"No!" He said quickly, the floodgates of giggles soon to break.

And they did, once Roman and Remus joined in at the hip.

"NoOOO! Ihihhisn't fahahahair!" He bucks around, trying to get out.

Well, that was debatable, but, nonetheless bucking around. Roman giggled along with Deceit, not expecting him to have such happy laughter. Remus smiled at him, and walked his fingers upwards. "Nahahaha!"

Patton circles the snake's armpit, elicting a... definitely not a squeal. Virgil placed one hand on his tummy with wiggling fingers. He hadn't noticed it, he was too busy worrying about the other sensations, but Remus was teaching Roman how to do the itsy bitsy spider.

"GUYHYHYS!" Janus pleads.

"What is it, Jan? Did you want me to... do this?" Patton asks, digging right into his armpit. This caused a squeak.

"We're almost there!" Remus sing-songs.

"Almost where?" Virgil asks.

"You'll hear. Logan, side and armpit. Patton, armpit. Virgil, belly, me and you, hip." Remus instructs. And so, they go at each of their spots mercilessly.

"NAHAHAHAHA! R- RAHA! REHEHEMUHUHUS!" He'd never truly experienced all this at the same time. It was a bit much, until, he screamed, it fell silent, and snorts came. It felt like a wave of relief washed over him.

"Look! He turns into a puddle!" He let's up, and everyone follows suit, allowing the snake to ride out the giggles.

"Not a puddle." He mumbles. Patton strokes his snake side.

"It's ok, it's cute that you turn into a puddle when your tickled!" He strokes over the jaw, and Deceit jerks, then relaxes, soft purrs being dragged from his body.

"This... humiliating." Especially considering the part that he likes those kinds of tickles. But he'd never admit that.

"Why are you purring?" Patton asks.

"I think it has something to do with him being part snake and all." Remus shrugs.

"Can we see the songs now?" Roman asks. Remus nods.

"We have to flip him over though. It shouldn't be too hard, since he's a puddle." And so he was flipped over, and everyone sat back down.

"The itsy bitsy spiiiider went up the water spout~" He sung, spidering his fingers up his back to his shoulders. Tiny giggles escaped Deceit, not being able to stop it, but not wanting to either.

"Down came the rain and washed the spider out." Remus taps his fingers as if typing on a keyboard all the way down his back. They all noticed the sensitive lower back area.

"Out came the sun and dried up all the rain." He massaged the shoulder blades.

"Mhmhmhmhm!" Giggled Deceit, accidentally showing everyone his hissy giggles.

"Awe!" Patton cooed. Janus tried to bury his face in the floor, but it wasn't doing that good of a job.

"The itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again." He spidered his hands up his back.

47 notes • Posted 2021-08-22 03:28:14 GMT

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Headcanon time!

Fandom: Sanders sides (Tickle HC)

Logan (Logic):

-Major Lee No opinion on the matter, there is always more important stuff to get done.

-Usually just stands-by and watches. He might linger in the room. He might hide his watchful eyes with a book or his phone.

-If caught, he's only watching for "Research Purposes." Sure you are, buddy. You definitely don't want to be in the lee's position.

-If he is dragged into a tickle fight, then he was DRAGGED into it. He would be way too flustered to just... join.

-He's not super ticklish ok that's a lie but his feet will be the death of him

-he never really learned how to tickle, it's unconventional Just wait until he hears a squeak while dragging Patton away from the cookie jar.

Patton (Morality)

-Ler leaning switch. I'm talking 90 percent ler.

-The tickle monster. He gets bored easily, what else is he gonna do?

-amazing 10/10 aftercare. Stays with you after he finishes tickling probably just to hear the person's laughter for as long as possible

-The one who drags Logan into the tickle fight and tickles him because N O T H I N G gets past the tickle monster.

-If a side is embarrassed that they are ticklish, he won't tell anyone. Ok, that might be a lie. He'll only tell if you break a deal or he's bored in front of the others

-Tells a pun while tickling the side and then be like "I know my pun was funny, but it wasn't THAT funny!"

-Loves to torment Logan. Logan hates loves it.

-Might be nice and wait until him and the lee are alone.

-but when he's tickled he has adorable giggles

-After he tickles someone he gets a Lee mood like clockwork

Roman (Creativity)

-Ler.

-CAN and WILL use the conjuring against the others

-This man will tease you into oblivion.

-Definitely will make Disney References while tickling. "What were those things called again?" A minute of tickling the feet. "Oh. Feet." (The Little Mermaid if you don't get it)

-When if this man gets tickled, he won't hold back. He has some logic. If Virgil was comfortable enough to tickle him, why hold back? If Logan was comfortable enough to tickle him, why hold back? And if Patton tickles him which usually doesn't happen they usually gang up on one or both of the other sides then he won't hold back because... it's Patton.

-Virgil is his favorite lee.

Virgil (Anxiety)

-Lee

-he might tickle them back, but he'll probably try to but then think "what if they're not in the mood?" And then just stand there awkwardly.

-really out of character childish, happy laugh.

-S T O M A C H

-Will not say stop unless he means it

-Will try to cover his mouth with his hands or his jacket.

-sometimes the sides stop early to make sure he's ok since he's still relatively new to this whole tickling thing.

-VERY ticklish. Dern fight-or-flight response.

Remus (Creativity Pt. 2)

-Major ler vibes

-doesn't talk to anyone enough to actually figure out this tickling concept.

-the kind of person who can't tease without flustering themselves

-Roman is his brother and they are both major lers. Guess the rest.

-Probably snorts when tickled

-will intrude in a tickle fight if he finds one.

-Will use his conjuring abilities to restrain, or create some very... underused tickle tools

Janus (Deceit)

-definitely a lee ler but he likes being tickled more than tickling others

-the scales are ticklish let me TELL YOU and no one can convince me otherwise

-adorable giggles!!!

-soft tickling works best

-if he finds a tickle fight, then he will stand there wondering whether or not to get involved like "I wanna... but my scales are too ticklish."

-if in a Lee mood, this man will NEVER and I mean NEVER say the word "tickle" not even "I have a tickle in my throat" no. Nothing.

-Remus knows whenever he's in a mood. And Remus will tickle him using some rather... unconventional methods

-never tickle him to wake him up. Or touch his scales while he's sleeping. It WILL backfire. Unless at least two sides are present to send him over the moon with laughter

86 notes • Posted 2021-02-27 21:47:09 GMT

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our endgame [T.S]

fandom: Marvel

pairing: Tony Stark x OC (father-daughter)

word count: 2,607

summary: after five years of pent up guilt and and helping each other cope with the loss of those who didn’t survive the snap, the two girls find themselves in a sudden situation they hoped for, but never really believed would come to play

tag list: @nerdypisces160

A/N: I don’t want to put too much happening in these chapters because I don’t want this to be or feel rushed so they will be relatively short. Also, the events will not 100% be based on endgame because this fic idea is actually based off of an rp I had with a very good friend on discord that I felt would be amazing as an actual story. So as future reference for everyone that reads this—NOT 100% BASED ON ENDGAME. THERE WILL BE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN MOVIE EVENTS AND FIC EVENTS

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pre endgame

two

She was exhausted, that much could be said. Day in and day out for the last half decade, her friend would visit just to find that she wasn't in the house, but out in the backyard exerting too much energy. It was only a miracle that those who were left never saw her doing what she did every morning, afternoon and night. The activity was so prolonged Tala was sure her best friend got little to no sleep. That day they both discovered the other was still on Earth, she'd seen the never-ending result of visiting Tony Stark and the toll it had. The search for how to get their friends and family back never left either of their minds, but at the same time it was too difficult to figure out on their own. Even if they discovered a way to save everybody, it was two against the universe—an odd that was never going to be in their favor.

Tala marched through the tall grass that led to the fenced in yard, immediately coming to view with the many targets and practice dummies. Any size, shape and form of a sword—all covered in either a dark glow or blue sparks—laid in a pile against one side of the fence. She bent over and tried to pick one up, only to have black electricity nearly shock her if she hadn't moved back in time. She sighed and stood up, facing her friend. “Kirsy.” There wasn't a response as the brunette continued to make various hand movements to strike the objects in front of her. “Kirsy. Mind taking a break for a bit?”

Said girl let out a rough breath, the light and dark fading away from everything they engulfed as she set her arms down by her sides. She straightened up and turned to face the only person she'd really had any form of contact with since then. “If I take a break then however much time I spend on it is less time to get stronger.”

Tala rolled her eyes, walking toward a bench covered by the shade of the trees from next door. She patted the spot beside her, waiting until the slightly older of the two gave in and sat in the empty space. “You've been doing this almost every day for five years. You can't stay cooped up in this townhouse blasting everything in the backyard and then replacing them for the next day. You've used it up too much.”

Kirsy chuckled humorlessly, making her friend frown. “I'm not like you, Tala. I can't live knowing that all of them just... aren't.”

“What's the point of surviving being wiped away if you won't do just that? You've been working your ass off non-stop for months on end. You're definitely stronger, so now you just need to take a real break.”

“But Peter and the others-”

“They can wait until we have an actual plan. We can't go who the hell knows where with powers blazing.”

Silence. It filled the open air and hung in the small atmosphere of the pair's own little hero club. Kirsy knew she was right—it was obvious. All that time spent draining herself and her powers each night was starting to take a physical and mental toll on her. What the founder of Stark Industries said himself rang in her head every second of each moment she was still breathing, and instead of using it to rationalize she used it as a fuel to keep going. To her, each and every minute she spent doing anything but training was a pointless minute that everyone who didn’t make it were trapped somewhere. There was really nothing that interested her after the events of the Snap. Whatever career she wanted to get a jump on during high school was long forgotten. Any goals written on her bucket list had no reason in being done anymore. She didn’t even feel like learning anything, but the impeccable loss of half of the universe was something that also kept her needing as much knowledge as possible. It didn’t really feel like there was much of a purpose for the pair of young adults, or at least not for her. It still didn’t feel right to try and have a good life while so many people were gone.

As the girls sat in this familiar and comfortable quiet, a somber look settled on Kirsy’s face.

Flashes of her encounter with Tony slowly transitioned into a recurring dream she’d been having at least once a week for the past few years. A dream that plagued her mind from day to night, never ceasing to rewind and play all over again whenever she stopped to take a breath or get those minimal hours of sleep. It wasn’t that he was in the wrong. She learned soon after she left his home that day that he wasn’t. It was the fact that he was right. If the people who protected Earth for years weren’t able to get everyone back—if the iron legend himself was trapped in a limited oxygenic ship for days and nearly died—then there was nothing he could’ve done for her. Even if she showed him what she could do and he said yes, the others were still living their own lives as best they could during this time of loss, grief and moving forward. It was obvious there was no plan of action or hints to lead them somewhere, but she didn’t want to stop trying. No matter how much Tala scolded her or how weak she became in other aspects while she became stronger within her powers, it just didn’t matter if they couldn’t be brought back. And she had to do it. She had to get everyone back home.

Kirsy cleared her throat, gaining the other girl's attention. “I guess you might be right.” Tala raised an eyebrow, not saying anything in order to let her friend continue speaking. “I need to let myself relax. It’s been five years and there have been no signs of...”

She trailed off at the sight of a shining object in the sky. It wasn’t easy to make out what it was, but it was easy to see that it seemed to be hurtling toward them at a speed no human or all heroes could ever muster. Tala followed her friend’s gaze and her eyes widened. “What is that?”

“I don’t know..” A flash of colors made it familiar to her, though no chance could be taken. She didn’t know who or what was left behind after the Snap, and she wasn’t going to take any risks or chances even after all this time since then. “Do you remember how to shape your shield?”

Tala scoffed, “I may not have run myself ragged but I know how to use my powers.” Without explanation, she closed her eyes and took a breath, the brown of her irises now a purple hue. Purple light engulfed her hands and she began to make a shape with her hands, drawing together a force field that would only grow around the back yard and themselves, leaving an open circle at the top. Once the almost transparent shield was up, electricity surged and sparked at Kirsy’s fingertips. She brought them closer together and tied the live wires, creating an arrow that she was able to shoot into the sky. There was a slight pull when the arrow attached itself, and a jolt went off in her system, and she held onto the rope it created before pulling it down to the ground. In mere seconds the object landed with a loud thud, crashing into some of the targets that were still up. The two let the products of their abilities disappear, both pairs of hands still glowing with the colors of their magistry as they approached the formerly unidentified object. As the smoke from the crash began to clear up there was the familial shine of red and gold. When a cough resonated from within the metal shell, their eyes widened.

All that could be said then was, “Oh, shit.”

“What did we do?!”

“We?! I’m not the one with the shock-y hands!” Tala exclaimed, quickly going to remove the dirt and target dummy remains from atop the man in the suit.

two and a half hours later

“I am so sorry, Mr. Stark. If I knew it was you I definitely wouldn’t have done that.”

“That’s the sixth apology you’ve given me in the past two hours.” Tony told her, a ghost of a smile on his face. “I suspect you don’t usually go around hurtling flying people towards you with electricity coming out of your hands.” The man stated, an ironic tone lying underneath his words.

“Nope—just you.” Tala replied with a grin, not at all letting herself fan girl over the super genius and instead choosing to joke around.

Kirsy glanced between her friend and former chance of saving her other friends. It was weird watching this unfold before her. Approaching him that long ago was completely different than him flying toward her only to end up getting some circuits messed up by two young adults. This time wasn’t a search and beg mission. This time he came to her, and nothing in her occupied space of mind could muster up a reason.

“Mr. Stark..” she started, gaining the attention once more, “why are you here?” She looked up at him. “I mean I came to you five years ago asking for information, which I got, and help that you said you couldn’t give me. We haven’t been in contact since then.”

Tony gazed at her, setting down the coffee the girls made because they felt bad about the incident. He could see the desperation, as well as the fact she practically reeked of it the moment he was fully aware of his surroundings again. He had no clue how strong or weak she was when they had their first encounter, but it sounded like she didn’t let up since then. The force she had in those few seconds of her and her friend defending themselves was something he never thought he would come across; at least not in the form of a 20 year old short circuiting his most recently upgraded iron armor with electric currents that shot out from her fingers. And the other girl? That shield she conjured was definitely something he had never seen before.

After the sneak attack he received earlier that day, he took time to think back to when Kirsy marched herself into his life that day, only to drag herself back out when he couldn’t help her. He was racked with guilt every day since seeing the look on her face when she left, and when the others approached him that morning reconciling with her was one of the first things on his mind.

He cleared his throat noticing the gap of silence between the three of them, and set down the mug in his hand. He leaned back against the chair, shoving his hands in the pockets of the hoodie he wore underneath the suit. “Some... friends came to me today. Asked for some assistance in creating a sequence that would allow us to go back and get the stones.” The girls’ eyes widened, but neither moved to interrupt the stay-at-home scientist. “I didn’t want to help them at first. I was able to build a life past what happened; I couldn’t jeopardize that again. But memories made me figure that I at least had to try. I did it, and I know I told you I couldn’t help,” He kept a steady look on Kirsy, watching the realization form an expression on her face, “but now I can.”

“So you’re asking for our help?” Tala raised an eyebrow, the anticipation eating away at her on the inside while hope and suspicion shared the stage on the outside.

Tony cast his orbs her way as he stood from his spot, now looking down at the two girls. “I guess I am. So what do you say, kid—you ready to go save your friend?”

“And the universe.”

“Yeah, that too.”

The pair of best friends shared a glance of what could only be a flurry of excitement, anxiety, hope and the readiness that was questions seconds ago. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening to them. She spent half a decade wallowing in self pity and staring at photographs pinned against her wall and mirror, missing those she lost more and more every day. Her dad, her aunt and cousin, her friends, her coworkers, her crush. Everyone but Tala was out of her life for good. Well, she thought it was for good. And even though that seemed to be the case a shred of her never lost sight of the theory on what happened and the possibility that she could have done something back then if given the chance she lost months ago. Now that chance was standing in her half dining room, staring down at her and her lifelong friend and not only offering help her way but also asking for her help in return. It felt like her daydream was coming to life and her nightmares could finally cease to exist, and it was already starting to feel like a weight being lifted off of her shoulders.

With a grin in place of the earlier neutral formation, Kirsy nodded her head firmly. “We’re ready, sir.”

A ghost of a smile twitched at the ends of the man’s lips. “Good, then let’s go.”

Tala’s head snapped toward his figure when he started to walk to the front of the complex. “Wait wait wait. We’re leaving now?”

He turned to look at her with a shrug, raising a brow at her question. “Does that sound like a smart question to you?” The Filipino narrowed her eyes at him. “Look—I have a super soldier, an expert assassin, a thunder god, a green giant with glasses, a girl with proton blasts for hands, and a blue space cyborg sitting around in my old tower. Do you think I want to go waltzing in there without an entourage?”

Tala rolled her eyes and a chuckle resonated from the Dominican girl’s throat. The bickering pair looked over to see her already grabbing keys from a side table by the front door. “As dumbstruck as I am right now, I’m not wasting time in taking this opportunity. So let’s get in the car and go.” No one protested while she marched her way out the door, not bothering to lock the door when everyone was outside because how many people were even left in this city for her to lock her house for safety.

A double beep sounded from the vehicle and she opened the driver door. Tony groaned when he realized he would be sitting in the backseat like the third person of any group hangout, but also not complaining to being able to have a driver for the day like he used to. As he was about to let himself into the car Kirsy announced his name and he shot her a questioning glance. “I may not be making you fly to your old house, but if you call me your entourage one more time I’m going to shock you on purpose this time.”

“Testy.” He muttered, giving her a sarcastic look before getting in. Yet he couldn’t help but still see a part of him in her, and his motive of having her on the team for this grew a bit more.