#this is funny I had no idea people were upset about this when I reblogged it earlier

[thana-topsy]

Breaking News: Elder Scrolls Fans Unhappy About a Thing

After years of scraping the bottom of the barrel, creating elaborate headcanons, fanons, and fostering infighting, the average TES fan is ready to fight God over the smallest details. However, the real question on everyone's mind is: what will make them happy? More at 11.

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[torasplanet]

been thinking a lot about frat!toman and being their sweetheart. i have many ideas but the one stuck on me is when they all just can't get enough of you! they all share but it's getting to a point where they're damn near ready to go through a barbaric war for you.

mikey, the frat prez, would treat you like an absolute princess like the most of them but with him you really are. he can do what he wants and say what he wants meaning you get whatever you want but he doesn't particularly enjoy it when you get mouthy. nobody else does either.

the only one who really seems to like it is nahoya, it really gets him going when you tell everyone how it is and make demands. what else gets him going is when he gets you to shut all that shit up. it's funny to him almost. you get a little bit of dick and everything you tried to stand on matters much less than before, in fact you've forgotten about it.

mitsuya is such a sweetheart when it comes to the frat sweetheart. he treats you like fine china, of course he has his moments but he's nowhere as rough as some of the others can be...he's your favorite, for a reason.

draken is also a nice one but don't get him wrong, he's very quick to snap you back into place if you're being too much of a...brat, he'd say. he's also king of casual dominance. he's sort of a mitsuya mixed with a baji. he'll always make sure you're okay while he's treating you and whatever you call that nasty thing between your thighs like nothing but a cumdump.

speaking of him, baji is such a tease. he's mean, to say the least. he likes to show you off, he's not scared of people knowing about the situation going on the frat. in his words, most people already think frat sweethearts get fucked like you. he can be nice, he's a gentleman of course but most of the time, he is such a meanie !!

however, this doesn't make him the meanest. chifuyu, whether you believe it or not, can be pretty fucking mean. he's such a sweetie, he loves you and adores you yet when you get him upset, he's torturing your poor clit for hours to the point you wish that nahoya was the one pissed off !! don't even get me started on how filthy his mouth will get...

kazutora is the real sweetheart though, him and souya both. kazutora is always so gentle with you, he takes you out on dates and treats you before he even thinks about getting between your legs. speaking of, he is a real eater !! he can cum just from eating you out and then he's satisfied for the day. but with the way he likes to cum, you'll be getting eaten out until kazutora has to get rid of his pants because of how much he stained them.

souya by far has to be the best gentleman. he waited so long to fuck you, he knew you were sore from the recent relationships in the frat and he wanted you to really feel him and everything he has to offer. he still does the same. he refuses to fuck you if someone else already had soon before him, the most he'll do is foreplay and enough to make you cum untouched. he hates seeing your pretty pussy all spoiled with someone else's cum!! all he wants is to stare at how his cum is so sheer spread all over your thighs and cunt.

but what they all fight about is who gets to do your aftercare and taking you out. as much as they love seeing you all fucked out, they love seeing that sweet smile when they give you a surprise date. the toman frat boys simply adore you !!

©torasplanet .ᐟ reblogs and likes are very appreciated! pls do not repost!!

[pikasetism]

hi, if this doesn't bother you, what are your pikase headcanons?

do you have au with them?

also i love the blog idea, it's so cute have a place were the pikase fans can talk about them 💖

hiiiii anon i did not realize how much i would have to say about this ive been writing this reply for hours sorry long post inkoming lmfao

my funny little general headcanons can fluctuate for whatever i wanna do but the solid ones are that fukase is disabled and does tech support and piko is a robot and does a lot of programming stuff, they join forces to build silly little robots together and theyre always looking out for each other

more random ones are stuff like the height i draw fukase with fluctuates but hes never taller than piko, both of them are some flavor of transgender (i personally like unlabeled piko and intersex fukase), piko is mikis sibling and shes dating miku append, both of them are robots and id love to draw a double date at some point, i dont really have any mikippend headcanons but i love them sm too omg and i like to draw piko with funny little hologram windows he can acess the internet from and i think thats just kind of a robot thing robots can do :]

the only thing i can consider an au that i have with them is what i call "memesquad from the mirror dimension" or "seriousquad" which is this note on my phone where i wrote every single personality trait i could think of from talkloids i saw around 2018-2020 and reversed them heres what i wrote for fukase and piko

also AWWW TYYY thats so sweet yeaaaaaaah shipping vocaloids is all fun and games until you realize that unless your otp is from crypton you cant find SHIT about them, id love to have my blog seen as a little hub where all of us can sit around a campfire and chat about our silly ship omg 🥺

pikase being a rarepair baffles me specifically because of the memesquad, idk why but at least on my time on that side of the fandom some years ago it was always super hard to find any pikase stuff which always confused me since they're both In The Deam Memesquad. PERFECTLY good gay couple in there guys. why does no one see the vision. i vividly remember this one time i was like 13 reading a crack ask fic on wattpad and the only time pikase was even hinted at it was played off as a complete Joke and it made me so upset lmao

i only have around 40 followers here but it makes me so happy to see so many people that share my love for this ship, the rarepairness of it always made me feel so alone, back when i only used twitter there was 1 artist that Sometimes posted pikase stuff and that was all i had, genuenly i am willing to bet that im currently one of the only active pikase artist out there lmao, i say this in my bio but i made this blog to just get me to draw them more and be more shameless about MY FUCKING OTP and i genuenly never expected to see more than like 5 people on my notes, even if someone just silently likes and reblogs a drawing with no comment attached it still always makes me so warm inside even, ive gotten at least 2 people saying "OH MY GOD AN ACTIVE PIKASE BLOG" on my notes and i share the sentiment deeply. hell yeah. theres more of us out there >:D

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Lost without you

PAIRING | Stucky x Avenger!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.4K

SUMMARY | Bucky and Steve are throwing a dinner party to celebrate their buying a house together, and they asked for your help. The lead-up to the party doesn't go exactly according to plan, but the 2 super soldiers are more grateful than ever for your help.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Established relationship [ Bucky & Steve are married ], use of pet names [ doll, sunshine ], Reader is a saving grace, implied shower sex, angst at the end, Reader is bisexual and had a girlfriend in the past (this is essential to the story, otherwise I wouldn't mention it!), mention of the passing of a loved one.

A/N | I'd love to start writing more for Stucky, so if you want to, send me some requests! I'm willing to write smut, fluff and angst, so if you have an idea please don't hesitate! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Stucky Masterlist

''How about a dinner party?'' you suggest after Steve and Bucky have been thinking about a way to celebrate them buying their own house. ''It doesn't have to be big, if you guys want you could invite just the Avengers and their partners,'' you said, and finally, it felt like the air got lighter, it was easier to breathe. Finally, a plan the two of them could work with. ''Why didn't you mention that earlier? We've been thinking of huge parties this whole time when we could just keep it small,'' Bucky said, and he was relieved he didn't have to throw a party for who knows how many people. ''Well, if you had asked, I could have told you that sooner,'' you shrugged before picking up the book you were reading and walking into the living room at the Compound.

''Doll, would you please help us put this dinner party together? We have never done it before, and we can use all the help we can get,'' Bucky asked and you got a small smile on your lips, it was only a matter of time before you would get that question. They asked you every single time, without fault. ''Depends, when did you want to host it? Because I do have plans, believe it or not,'' you said as you said on the couch opposite them. ''Wait, you're telling us you have actual plans? We never thought we'd see the day,'' Steve joked but you didn't find it all that funny. ''Watch it, or you two can do this by yourselves,'' you said with a scowl. ''Sorry!'' they both said in unison.

''Like I asked, when do you want to host it? I obviously would love to help, but I need to know how much time I have to come up with a plan. Please tell me it's not tonight?'' you said getting worried, it would not be the first time pulled a stunt like this. ''Don't worry Sunshine, we were thinking of hosting it in 3 weeks, on a Saturday would be easiest I guess,'' Steve said and you felt relieved. ''Okay, I can work with that, I'll keep my Saturday open in that case, so I can help both of you out,'' you said and you pulled out your phone, blocking the entire day out so you wouldn't accidentally double book yourself again. You're kind of notorious for doing that at this point.

Over the next few weeks, you spent a lot of time - even more than usual - with your favorite super soldiers to get the party ready. There was a lot that needed to be done, from inviting everyone to getting the menu ready, and of course, cooking and preparing on the day itself. If only it were as easy as the three of you had thought, but it wasn't. Why would anything ever be easy, right? It all started when the invitations needed to be sent out, and being old-fashioned like they are, they wanted to do it on paper instead of the much easier and quicker way of texting everyone that they were invited. ''Just send a mass text and everyone will be invited, okay? That's easier,'' you sighed, and they finally gave in.

''I will never get used to modern-day technology,'' Bucky sighed and it made you giggle. From what the guys told you he was always the one interested in the future and what that would entail, yet Steve is the one who managed to get a decent grasp on how everything worked. He still had to explain things to Bucky and even though he didn't mind, it could be a little tiring sometimes. ''You'll get the hang of it one day, I promise,'' you said, but Bucky just rolled his eyes at you. All the Avengers gladly accepted the invitation to come along with their partners, so it would be quite a big dinner party, with a total of 18 people attending. They didn't mind, they had more than enough space for it now after all.

Next up, it was time to figure out what the menu was, and for once in your life, that was the easiest thing the three of you had decided on so far. You wouldn't be helping them cook, so after some convincing to make something a little easier, they settled for a typical Italian menu, including pasta and they somehow managed to reel you in to make the tiramisu they all love so much. ''Please? We will do anything for you if you just make the tiramisu for us!'' Bucky is practically begging and this point, and as funny as you think that is, you do eventually give in and agree to make it for them. ''I will only do it if I don't have to go on missions for the 2 weeks following the dinner party,'' you say and Steve immediately agrees.

''Done!'' he says and you laugh, already thinking about the vacation you're going to take in those 2 weeks. Now that all the planning and everything is done, you don't need to help them anymore, so you can go back to focus on the book you were reading when you offered to help them. Finally, time for yourself again. Or so you hoped. By the time the dinner party rolled around, they had asked you to go grocery shopping with them. That turned out to be a huge mistake on your part because you did practically all the shopping, and they just walked around the store pointing and looking at everything. ''Guys! Need some help here!'' you say, but they are so deep in thought and conversation they don't notice that you're done, and walking to the register.

By the time you've paid and loaded all your groceries in your cart, you shake your head. ''If you see 2 big guys looking for me, just tell them I went to the car, I'm done waiting for them,'' you tell the cashier and she just nods. You walk to the car and load the groceries in there when all of a sudden you hear two sets of footsteps approaching quickly. You don't need to look behind you to know it's Steve and Bucky because they're already calling for you and you just shake your head, smiling. ''Doll, why didn't you wait for us!'' Bucky says as he comes to a stop right beside you. ''I asked you guys for help, and you were too busy so I figured I'd just go and see you guys back here which is exactly what happened,'' you shrug, and Bucky just pulled you into a big hug, Steve following soon after.

You were sandwiched between the two men and as much as you'd love to stay like that a while longer, you still need to unload the rest of the groceries and go back to their house, because you promised to make your tiramisu for them. ''Go sit in the car, and I will see you when I'm done!'' you order them and they happily comply, sitting in the backseat together. They can't keep their hands off of each other and quickly they're wrapped up in a make-out session in the back, it's a good thing you went with your car, otherwise, they would've been humping each other by now.

You return the cart and when you're back you knock loudly on the window, startling them and they quickly pull apart with bright red faces. ''I don't mind the two of you having a make-out session with me nearby, but could you just not do that when I'm driving? I'd like to be able to see through my window in the back,'' you say and they nod, buckling their seatbelts as you're backing out and driving back to their house. They live on a relatively quiet street so you can park your car in front of their house. They help you unload the groceries and bring them inside, so you can get ready.

''I'll start the tiramisu, you two can start preparing for the pasta. Don't worry, I'll make the dough so we will have actual edible food tonight,'' you tease. Steve can cook perfectly fine, but you don't mind making the dough, since it's fun to do. They get started on the preparations and as soon as your tiramisu is in the fridge, you start on the pasta dough. When that's done too, all three of you are getting ready for dinner, you in the form of actually cooking it, the two of them by changing. Or so you thought. When you went up to their bedroom because you had a question, you could hear Steve's moans coming from the bathroom and you knew immediately what they were doing, and decided to just leave them alone.

When they were done and changed, they walk downstairs and find you on the couch, reading your book. ''So, had fun in the shower?'' you ask and they turn bright red. ''We, uh-,'' Bucky starts but you don't want to hear it. ''No, just don't. I know more than I needed because I heard Steve moaning. That's enough of a mental picture I won't get out of my head, but if you don't mind I'd like to use your shower now and get changed myself,'' you say, as you brought a set of extra clothing with you for the dinner party. ''Yeah, of course,'' Steve says, still flushed down to his chest and it's cute.

When you're showered you slip into some clean lingerie, and get your dark blue floral maxi dress on, combined with a pair of black heels. You left your hair just natural, and your make-up light. You walk down the stairs and the two super soldiers are setting the dinner table already. ''Wow, looking good Sunshine!'' Steve says and you just smile. ''Thanks!'' you say as you head into the kitchen to check up on your tiramisu, and it was doing wonderful. The rest of the Avengers and their partners slowly came by and the rest of the evening was filled with laughter, stories, and nothing but love.

When they went home you stayed over to clean up, and that's when Steve came to talk to you when you were sitting in the backyard. It was already past midnight and a dreaded day had crept up yet again because it was the anniversary of your sobriety. Sure, it was good that you're sober, but it still hurt every single time. You managed to get out of the addiction you were lost in, but your girlfriend Ava didn't, and she wouldn't live to see the day you were happy again. Today marks not only your 8th year of sobriety, but it also marks the 8th year of her passing, and Steve knows. You told him this a few years ago, but he promised not to tell anyone, which is why the two of you are sitting here, on the back porch watching the stars.

''I still think about her a lot, you know? On days like these especially. Sure, I'm happy I'm sober for 8 years now, obviously, but I wish I could celebrate it with Ava,'' you say and tears are welling up in your eyes again. ''I know she would be incredibly proud of how far I've come if she was still here, she would be proud of every single accomplishment, big or small, but she left a void I don't think I'd ever be able to fill,''. Steve understood the way you felt, especially after losing his mother. The two of you were sitting on the porch swing and he pulled you close to him, letting you cry softly while he rubbed circles on your back. ''I know I would've loved her if I had the chance to meet her,'' Steve said, and you know he would. ''She would've loved this dinner party too,'' you say, thinking back to the love of your life.

''God, I think you'd like her even more than me, she was such an amazing person, you always call me Sunshine, but she truly was the sunshine to brighten up everyone's day. I even planned on proposing to her once we'd gotten sober, but I never got the chance,'' you say, and Steve looks at you. ''Is that why you wear the two rings around your neck? One for you and one for Ava?'' he asks and you nod. ''Yeah, they're our engagement rings. She planned on proposing to me too,'' you said with a chuckle, wiping the tears from your cheeks. Bucky was looking through the window at the two of you, and he was waiting for the right moment to come outside too. ''It's just fucked up that I got to live, and she didn't,'' you say and the tears don't stop streaming.

''Got room for one more out here?'' Bucky softly asks as he approaches the two of you. ''Y-yeah,'' you say, and Bucky sits down on your right and puts his Vibranium hand on your knee, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. Sure, he's curious about what the two of you were discussing, but he didn't need to know. He knows that if you want to tell him about it you would come to him, so it's okay. Right now he's just glad you know you can trust Steve, and that's all that matters. ''I love you, doll,'' Bucky said as he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. ''Love you too, Buck,'' you say with a smile playing on your lips.

''What about me? Don't I get some love?'' Steve pouts which makes you laugh. ''I believe you got more than enough love in the shower earlier today,'' you joke as you wipe your tears away, laughing at your joke. He's still pouting. ''Okay, I love you too, Cap,'' you say and he just hugs you a little tighter. ''We would honestly be lost without you, you know that? We would never have gotten as far as we have without you, and I love you for that,'' Steve says, and you know it's true. Not just with the dinner party, but with everything you do for them. And you would do it over and over again, in every lifetime after this one. ''Oh, you would be totally lost if I wasn't here to save your asses!'' you laugh and the three of you laugh, and Bucky also cuddles into your side. The three of you spent a little while stargazing before falling asleep together on the porch swing, which is a perfect end to a perfect dinner party.

[s0ckh3adstudios]

Imagine if Sunny (Omori) was in Chara's spot (Undertale). Just think about it...

Sunny manages to run away from the recital argument. In tears, he runs upset and angry away to the mountain to hide away. Maybe at that moment he feels like he wants to disappear, and he knows the legend of the mountain is that people disappear.

Sunny is upset with himself, with how he could never be enough. He was angry at Mari for supposedly being so perfect, for pushing him so hard. And so Sunny's own version of hating humanity began to grow. That he thought he was forced to do things, stay away from friends and practice, that he had to be PERFECT and PROPER and OBEDIENT. And he started to resent Mari for being perfect, resenting her for pushing him to be perfect, resenting her for being strict and angry and expecting so much.

When he gets to the cave, he didn't mean to trip and fall. But when he did, he accepted his fate in that moment. He never expected to survive the fall, though injured.

When Asriel found him, Sunny was in a daze. His head hurt and it all felt like a fever dream. But when he eventually became more conscious and made it to Asriel's home, he was TERRIFIED. While his injuries were healed and patched up, he hid away in the house. But of course, Sunny would come to fear the Dreemurrs less.

Sunny and Asriel would become brothers! After spending plenty of time there, Sunny was soon adopted. He felt at home. Was it perfect? No. But he felt comfortable. Asriel and Sunny were very close, not just because Asriel already didn't have many friends. Sunny was quiet, he was a good listener. They drew together and read books and played in the garden. Sunny didn't talk too much about his home on the surface, but Asriel respected his privacy. Asriel thought Sunny was very cool, and Sunny loved Asriel as a brother very much. He would sneak into his bed if he had a nightmare.

Toriel was a doting mother, though she of course wasn't perfect and didn't know quite how to raise Sunny at first. But she always made sure he felt loved. Asgore treated Sunny like his own child from the beginning, giving him bear hugs and sharing tea. Sunny was away from all his stress, and now lived in a fantastical world with a fairytale family.

He probably lived with them longer than Chara. Getting there when he was 12, he at least stayed until he was 15 before... Sunny wanted to give back. It wasn't fair that the monsters were stuck underground where they could never see the sun. Sunny was supposed to be an Angel of sorts. He felt like he had to do something.

So, Asriel and Sunny formed a plan they were both hesitant about. Sunny would die, Asriel would take his soul and absorb it, and they would cross the barrier to the surface. And they did. They planned to visit a hospital where people were already dying, and they would get the souls they needed. But then they passed by Sunny's old friends. Sunny, in this state, was angry. He couldn't help himself, and he lashed out.

Asriel did his best to hold Sunny back, both of them in tears. In the end, they hugged in their shared mind space and promised to go home. But Asriel was already too injured from humans fighting back.

When they returned to the underground, Asriel faded to dust and Sunny's consciousness fell into a deep slumber.

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And then ghost Sunny shenanigans with Frisk?! I think it'd be funny if Frisk was like. Hero and Mari's future kid or grand kid.

Anyway I like this idea a lot, feel free to reblog with your own inputs haha

[doberbutts]

Honestly it's so baffling to me when people on this website claim that Misandry isn't real or men are all privileged oppressors and etc.

Like... I've been on this website for MANY years and I see, on a daily basis:

Jokes about how all men are awful at sex, don't know where the clitoris is, don't know where women urinate from, etc.

Jokes about men having small penises, being gross smelly neckbeards, and other types of body shaming

Posts about how men are all evil, violent rapists or that they will assault or rape someone with no hesitation if given the chance

Posts about how men are pedophiles, groomers, etc. for being interested in children's media or cartoons

Posts making fun of men for having "childish" hobbies like building legos, playing video games, etc.

Posts listing off dangerous, creepy things men do and the entire list is just different symptoms/signs of mental illnesses or learning disabilities

Literal posts about how men should all be eliminated/killed

I could go on and on. I almost lost one of my male friends to suicide because he had severe depression and started hating himself because EVERYONE was constantly reblogging posts about how awful/dangerous/evil men were.

Men DO face problems due to their gender, especially POC, trans, MLM, etc. men. They have basically zero resources if they're victims of abuse/assault/rape and in some places aren't even legally recognized as rape victims, are seen as disposable and not in need of protection and forced to do dangerous jobs, not to mention police violence against male minorities.

It's just so upsetting. I just wish people would be nice to each other and I don't understand why people act this way. It's not a black-and-white issue of "This group is full of dangerous monsters who need to be eliminated, and this group is full of innocent poor abuse victims and there is no nuance at all".

I'm sorry for ranting in your inbox about this, it just upsets me so much.

And, the problem is, some of these things are well earned by men who refuse to do better.

An ex of mine admitted sometimes he had a hard time finding the clit on past encounters with others and funny enough when I was like "bro how it's RIGHT THERE" he was like "stfu yours is HUGE it's unmissable ok of course I could find yours it's the first thing I saw when you took off your clothes they're not usually that big" which is how I got the first hint that I'm intersex. And in fairness some people are just very small- a trans guy I know has occasionally struggled when in an encounter with someone pre-T or no-T and it's effectively microscopic because that's just how that person's body works.

But I've also known cis men who genuinely think girls pee out of their vaginas [again, in fairness, lack of sex ed due to conservative christian upbringing + cis men do in fact pee out of their sexual organ so it's not that big of a logical leap to make], who don't understand literally anything about menses [again, all emissions from a penis are more or less controllable + the concept of uncontrollable bleeding from a penis for a week straight would have most guys in the ER + lack of sex ed], "what size pussy you wear" type dudes [which, again, for all penis-equivilant things, knowing the size does matter]... as well as women who are unsatisfied by their partners' performances and yet refuse to tell them.

I'm not on tiktok but one crossed my dash of a black guy saying he had no idea that when girls put their hands on his abdomen while he's having sex with them, it's because he's hurting them and they're trying to push him away, because of the angle there's just no leverage to actually push. He thought it was encouragement to go harder. His current partner explained it and he immediately felt so terrible thinking back on all the times he's unknowingly hurt someone for his pleasure. Communication is a two-way street, how was this man supposed to improve if his partners are not communicating "when I do this I want you to stop because you're hurting me"?

Yes, some men are just allergic to giving their partners pleasure, and are inherently selfish in bed. But, also, I myself have hard lines I draw and I'm not willing to cross them even if my partner really wants me to. And some of these lines *are* acts that are very common to find in most bedrooms. Again, communication- is he actually allergic to eating pussy because he thinks vaginas are inherently disgusting outside of when his dick's inside one and he doesn't think girls can orgasm, or is he just incredibly turned off by that act but is more than willing to experiment in other ways to bring his partner pleasure? One of these guys is a pissbaby and the other is just a dude with a boundary.

Big sigh.

Now that I am around men, cis men, more often, I find that like in everything there's nuance and perspective.

[mundanemoongirl]

Writer Questionairre Tag

Thanks for tagging me @leahnardo-da-veggie! I did the part 2 questions

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

Exactly a year!

what led you to create it?

I saw other writeblrs and wanted to show off my writing too.

what’s your favourite thing about the writeblr community?

The games. It’s a fun way to connect with other writers.

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

I’m not just into writing. I also love science!

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

Idk. I think my dash is great right now. I have a mix of a lot of things I like.

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

Spiritwalker. Tbh I don’t even remember when I last worked on We Faceless Folk. I do have another idea…but I want to finish my current projects first.

how long have you been working on them?

I’ve been working on Spiritwalker for 3 years and We Faceless Folk for 1 year.

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

Yes! Spiritwalker was inspired by Kendara Blake’s Three Dark Crowns series and We Faceless Folk was inspired by a mix of one of Rotten Mango’s true crime podcasts, Going Dark by Melissa De La Cruz, and our sucky world in general.

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

Literally all day.

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

Fantasy. It’s not all I work on, but it’s what I started with and what has my heart so that’s what I say.

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

Ok, my main characters are Daron Spiritwalker, Maya Wisp, Catalina Hemlock, Aria Fang, Cassidy Tempress, and Naomi Lunaire. Some of my favorite side characters are Iris Arsonite, Amiliana Hemlock, Rosemary Nightshade, and Leon Starling.

who’s the most unhinged?

Maya. One of my favorite things to write is how unhinged she is. She once asked Daron to break her hand just for touching her.

who comes the most naturally for you to write?

Cassidy. I always say I ran out of character traits by the time I got to her so I modeled her after me.

do you ever cringe at them?

Yes.

how much control do you feel you have over your characters? do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? to what degree? are some less cooperative than others?

During my first draft I had complete control, but in the second draft I lost it. I think it’s so funny though because it’s like some of my characters were so upset at my failed attempts to get them right that they just took the keyboard from my hands and started writing themselves.

what makes you want to follow another writeblr account? do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? do you follow based on wips, or vibes?

Sometimes I follow just to follow. Sometimes it’s because we have similar interests. Depends on my mood.

what makes you decide against following?

Idk I just feel sometimes that no one wants me to interact with them.

do you interact with non-mutuals often?

Not really. I don’t want to seem like a weird stranger randomly liking and reblogging from people who don’t know me.

do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

Some. There’s so many it’s hard for me to keep track lol

Gently tagging @pixies-love-envy @wyked-ao3 and anyone else who wants to answer! Feel free to use any or all of these questions

[anthroparis]

I'm going to continue this bit because honestly the way people are interacting with me is getting significantly more and more annoying.

thinking about tti occupies like, half an hour of my total day, and I didn't even think about it at all when there were no updates.

this blog represents a very tiny, insignificant part of my life and making judgments based off of how I post here is extremely weird. even making assumptions about me based on my main is weird!

I once had a complete stranger reblog one of my joke posts and literally tag it as "no offense op but I have learned everything I need to know about you as a person" like you guys realize why that mindset is extremely creepy and weird, right?

would you say those kinds of things in a conversation with a classmate? a cashier? a new coworker? a distant relative? no! you wouldn't, because that would come off as extremely invasive and stalker-y!

so when you send this blog weird jokes on anon, I can only assume they're jokes, because again, you might joke around with your friends about being homophobic but I don't with mine. so I can only guess that you're kidding and referencing an internet humor thing I don't understand because I'm an adult and don't really use social media anymore.

and what happens in these parasocial relationships you build with internet personas is that you put someone on a pedestal as this untouchable force, you start believing that you are entitled to their time and kindness when these people don't owe you anything. you crave their attention so badly you start sending them dumbass asks either kissing their ass or trying to provoke them because it makes you feel better about yourself, I guess?

but then when the person in question does something that catches you off guard, or that offends you, or that you just don't like, you feel betrayed and hurt, and you turn to attacking them or vagueing them or whatever it is.

this kind of behavior is what leads to these incredibly uncomfortable situations like what happened with mod courtney.

like when I was around 16 years old on an old personal account, I started receiving some pretty inflammatory comments getting mad about the way I was criticizing a piece of media I didn't like. eventually, over private message, a mutual IN HER 20'S admitted to sending them because she felt personally hurt that I was criticizing something she liked. this grown ass woman, who I had never had a conversation with before, had grown such an attachment to me that she took me not liking one of her interests as a personal attack. I was 16 years old and expected to be responsible for the emotions of an adult woman because I made her feel rejected.

this also goes the other way around btw like I have been idolized by minors and it makes me so uncomfortable. PLEASE be safer online, you have no idea who's going to turn out to be a terrible person.

anyway. just because someone is online does not mean it's okay to act like an asshole? I'm so sick of you freaks thinking it's all fine and good to be dickheads because it's words on a screen. you understand that you're talking to real people, right? they're probably reading your asks while taking a fat dump on their grandma's toilet. they have faces. people faces. and lives outside of the internet. and it's disturbing watching you treat other people like entertainment just because they post sometimes.

there's a certain threshold of time between following someone and becoming friends that you need to learn to be respectful during. it's perfectly okay to mess up sometimes and it's okay to feel upset when someone sets a boundary because of you. rejection sensitivity is hard, but expecting everyone else to cater to you instead of working on your internal reactions to perceived rejection and social slights is manipulative.

also purposefully sending people annoying asks to get a rise out of them really isn't funny. are you my five year old little brother now. are you going to sign off each anon with "problem, officer?" can you just call me fat like the good old days. can we just bring back rickrolling instead.

no tldr you read the post or you don't.

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#and also 'i will spend all of recess figuring out how to obtain a walnut on the other side of this chain link fence'

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#5

are new people really joining tumblr or not? it's simple. it would be very funny if new people joined tumblr and sucked at it. it would also be very funny if no one was joining tumblr and people were just telling increasingly ridiculous lies. therefore i firmly believe both situations are true.

13,128 notes - Posted March 26, 2022

#4

new heresy that makes the bible way funnier:

god genuinely had no idea that people would be able to disobey him, when he made them. angels couldn’t! everything in the universe was just an extension or a reflection of god himself, operating in perfect mechanical order. then he put a spark of his own creative consciousness in an animal and it turned out it could disobey him.

like, that’s why he told adam and eve not to access a perfectly accessible tree. nothing else in the universe up until that point would have done something he told them not to.

that’s why he asks cain a perfectly ridiculous question, given that he would have watched the murder happen right in front of him: where is your brother? what did you do to him? he didn’t know cain could lie. even when adam and eve disobeyed him, surprising absolutely everyone involved, they hadn’t figured out lying yet. cain figured out lying.

that’s why god decides to destroy humans and start over only a few centuries later. he has no idea what to do. not only are people disobeying and lying to him, they’ve started completely ignoring him, too. he can control the wind, the water, the plants, the animals, the angels, the heavens, the earth. but he cut a part of himself loose and gave it to this totally unique new critter and now he can’t get it back. he can’t make anyone do anything, and now they know it. he had to carve humanity back down to the one family that actually, for whatever reason, still listened to him, and he had to ride them pretty fucking hard from that point onward to make sure they didn’t just..... stop. because at any point basically any human, ever, even the ones who liked him, could just randomly decide to fuck off and do their own thing.

then like, according to christians, god thought maybe he could get a handle on whatever the fuck was going on with how bad humans were being by making another human who had even more god in him than all the other humans, and that didn’t work either. and also even jesus himself didn’t know what humans were going to do next, which was kill him young. like, god had to break the news to him based on an educated guess, and it was a big surprise to him! he was really upset! there’s a whole scene!

like, i think this is hands down the funniest fucking thing to conclude about god ever. he didn’t know it was going to turn out like this when he started and he didn’t know what to do when it did. he’s been basically scrambling to stay on top of the situation for six thousand years and he’s totally beefed it repeatedly.

god the omnipotent lord of creation knows everything, except what you’re going to do next. god the supreme ruler of the universe can do anything, except stop you. you have a little piece of god inside you and it lets you defy the most fundamental machinery of existence basically whenever you like.

if that’s not funny, i don’t know what is.

13,345 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

#3

so here’s something i never figured out when i first read the sandman comics as a teenage girl, but which consuming the netflix show as a grown man is making extremely clear:

why the Corinthian is like that.

and it’s brilliant! it’s really cool. so in a series absolutely crammed full of very realistic queer representation-- lesbians and bisexuals and trans people of all kinds!-- you have morpheus stating outright that nightmares are meant to teach and challenge dreamers, by bringing subconscious fears to light, where they can be faced and overcome.

and the Corinthian has mouths for eyes. he devours eyes. he eats what people use to look at him like that, and what he used to look at people consumes them.

and he’s gay, he is a creature made by and for gay men, by personal preference all his victims are gay men, and being gay can be fucking terrifying. his eyes are mouths that eat those eyes that don’t look away from him in time, because he is the absolute mortal terror of knowing that the gender you’re attracted to--your own gender!--is extremely likely to kill you for looking at them. decades, centuries, of men looking at men and knowing this could kill them. eyes meeting eyes and wondering if this ends with the man you can’t stop looking at coming and kissing you or coming and killing you. in the eighties there was AIDS and there were more queers than ever coming out and saying ‘no, we’re here, look at us, we’re dying, look at us, we’re alive anyway, look at us.’

you’re gay in a world where that’s not okay. do you close your eyes? do you pull them out? you like to look at men. you can’t stop looking at men. you love them and they scare the hell out of you. some of them might love you. some of them will kill you. you keep looking. who’s looking back at you? can you survive it?

the Corinthian is that nightmare. and he’s perfect.

14,106 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

#2

writing is so hard i want to be praised for all my most clever lines right now

28,999 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

listen. aging into your thirties rocks. yes your joints get a little creaky. yes you can’t sleep in a pretzel on the floor anymore after a concert or a convention. and you lose some friends. but the thing is that you sort out who your real friends are and you sort out who you really are. and you get to see your friends settling into careers they like, and adopt new dogs and cats, and you find a job you can stand, and get really good at arts and crafts, and maybe that book you loved as a kid gets a movie deal and it doesn’t suck, and you learn to like new food and bake your own bread, and you realize that the great portfolio of self harm scars you all used to curate are going white with age and not updated, and half your friends are a different gender now and so much happier and maybe you are too, and you know who you are, and that it’s a journey and not a revelation. it’s a direction you’re headed, and you’re enjoying the trip.

reaching your 30′s rocks. and i’m hearing good things about what comes next, too.

61,736 notes - Posted September 29, 2022

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[watermelinoe]

Thank you for standing up for bi women. I was getting very frustrated seeing all those horrible misogynistic (and yes, biphobic!) posts and then seeing radfems who I follow and thought were normal being totally ok with it?? Like there’s one blog (theodysseyalice, cause I don’t care about naming names) who’s entire blog is pretty much dedicated to hating bi women. Laughing at the idea of bi women getting raped, calling all bi women rapists etc. It’s unhinged. And there are other “reasonable” radfems reblogging from her and making excuses for her and saying “oh well her opinions must come from trauma, some evil bi woman must have hurt her for her to act this way so I don’t mind”. Or when I ask for clarification on their stance it’s a lukewarm “I don’t approve of her language but I have sympathy for where she’s coming from” or some absolute shit. Imagine if some bi woman had an entire blog dedicated to hating on lesbians!! Oh my god!! There would be a nuclear meltdown and if you, as another bi woman, didn’t prostrate yourself before the lesbians in apology for the actions of another you would be just as bad. THEN it’s “why are bi women in general like this”.

I’ve tried to speak about my experiences dating as a bi woman before, and how I’ve been treated badly by lesbians specifically because I’m bi. I’ve had the “you’re going to cheat on me with a man or another woman because you must be a greedy whore” shit, the jealously policing my friendships with EITHER sex. I’ve had the dismissal of my sexual trauma. I’ve had past lesbian partners call me a whore and a cocksucker for dating a man AFTER she broke up with me! Like months after! SO many lesbians want to date bi women but want us to functionally be lesbians? And think they have the right to control who we date AFTER them??? I’ve had partners who would get upset when I would mention I was bi in public because they were insecure and wanted people to think we were both lesbian. And then, god forbid, if I were to go along with it I’d be a heinous bitch pretending to be a lesbian and hurting the whole lesbian community or whatever.

And some lesbians, upon hearing these experiences, will say “hur durr just date men then!” Like oh my god! I don’t WANT to date men!! Aren’t you the same people ALWAYS telling bi women they are stupid for dating men?? The whole faux innocent “oh well I’m just warning her about men and how if she decides to date one and gets assaulted it’s her fault. Cause she chose to date him”. Or “just date other bi women then!” Funny thing is, real life isn’t like swiping on a dating app where you can control for all these qualities. It’s SO hard to find women to date as a woman to begin with. I’m not gonna meet a woman in a gay bar and really mesh with her and go “wait wait. Before we go any further… are you a lesbian?? I don’t date those. I’ll only date you if you’re also into cock”. These people are honestly terminally online and probably haven’t had a relationship in real life.

And that’s from WOMEN. This is on top of the shit I get from men! But when I talk about this on radblr all I get are lesbians going “well bi women actually oppress lesbians so.” “Well you’re actually not systematically oppressed for being bi so”. Shut the fuck up basically.

Like yeah? Ok? I’m not systematically oppressed by lesbians or whatever? Like, yeah, I know? Why can’t we have a conversation where I say “there’s a common problem with how some members of this community treat members of another community” without it being dissected on some axis of oppression feminist theory shit? It’s always “well lesbians have it so much worse so you can’t complain about lesbians” despite bi women being the demographic that statistically experiences the highest level of sexual assault and intimate partner violence. SURELY we are allowed to talk about that then?? It drives me insane. Not to mention the fact that obviously we DO experience homophobia as well. I am treated no differently publicly being in a same sex relationship than my lesbian girlfriend would be. To listen to some of these people bi women are the most privileged spoiled demographic ever and society doesn’t hate us in the slightest. Biphobia doesn’t exist at all (ignore the entire Amber Heard trial where half of the lies the media made up about her were about her being some kind of sexual degenerate, about her being a madam at a lesbian sex club, about her “abusing” her ex-girlfriend despite the girlfriend coming out and saying it was a load of shit. Johnny Depp called her slurs and wouldn’t let her have female OR male friends cause he was so jealous and paranoid).

Sorry for the really long ask. I feel like nobody is addressing this stuff cause we don’t really have a sense of community on here. Most other bi women I come across on radblr do the self deprecation thing and constant apologising to lesbians and dragging other bi women down. So we know they’re the “good ones”. We don’t stand up for each other and I don’t know why.

let it out sis!!! this is a safe space for bi women who don't self-flagellate <3 i'm not interested in doing this bisexual penance shit that radblr loves and you shouldn't either. we're accountable for our own shit and only our own shit. don't kowtow for so long that you start letting anyone pile any random shit onto your back and claim that's now your problem, too.

[cel-aerion]

Okay I feel like this is gonna get unwieldy if I try to send it as an ask so I'm just gonna tag @monty-glasses-roxy and start a new post (since reblogs with asks get weird, or at least they used to, and old habits die hard). Original post is here, but I'll also quote the relevant bits just for ease of reading.

"Yeah Chica being afraid of flying is really funny, especially if she's scared of literally nothing else. Not a single other thing has ever phased her but this one singular mode of transport makes her nervous."

"If we were meant to fly, we'd have wings." "Don't you technically have wings?" "Yeah and I can't fly with them so clearly evolution knew it had absolutely fucked up with that one."

"...they settle on meeting up at the local bowling alley that her brother (she calls Bonnie her brother) happens to run."

Others (Monty and Chica when they all meet up, yeah, but it's happened before and it will happen again) ask how a wolf and rabbit could be siblings. Bonnie eternally delights in giving absolutely ludicrous answers, usually involving an elaborate backstory and meandering plots. Roxy will too, sometimes, but she's more likely to just be annoyed at people for asking stupid questions - Monty and Chica are probably fine when they ask, because they're genuinely curious and want to know more about their new friend, but a lot of others are probably more judgemental or nosy about it. Anyways, the moment Bonnie knew he approved of Roxy's new friends was when he made up one of these explanations, as per, and Monty immediately replied with, "Oh, and here I thought maybe it was [insert equally lengthy and ridiculous explanation here]."

"And yeah, Roxy doesn't have a lot of friends so this was a shock to everyone that knew her lmao. "What do you mean you were dying on a plane and made two new friends??? What, did the Reaper and their wife take pity on you or what???""

"The Reaper" and "The Reaper's Wife" become Monty and Chica's nicknames as a result of this. Probably in that order. But possibly not.

"Actually, it would be kinda funny if none of them had a particularly large amount of friends and due to this one layover flight, their friendship group suddenly tripled in size."

I can see this being the case, but like, in different ways. Roxy is gruff, and awkward, and this combination probably makes those who don't know her think she's mean, or at least cold, so she mostly just withdraws instead of letting people see that she's upset about this perception, and over time she becomes hesitant to reach out to make friends because it's easier to not go through all that again, which of course just makes others thing she's even more distant, and it's a terrible cycle (and actually, maybe her being airsick unintentionally helped combat against this, because when you're feeling that awful, you're not really able to have any walls up, but I digress). And then on the other hand, I can see Chica being one of those... I don't want to say "popular girls," because that has a particular connotation, but like... she's one of those who's always friendly, she's pretty chill with a lot of people, she has friends she can hang out with for a day out shopping or something, but not Friends who she would feel comfortable spilling her guts out to or anything like that. And... unfortunatley I have no ideas for Monty at this moment, but you get the idea.

And slightly related, but I take back a bit of what I said in my original ask, or at least I'm changing the context: I don't think Roxy would be trying to play it cool when they meet in person just for the sake of her image. I think it's more likely she's just trying to not get her hopes up, what if this falls apart, what if she says the wrong thing, better to not get too emotionally invested until you're sure. But of course, as the outing goes on, that becomes less of a concern, and pretty soon she forgets to be anxious.

"Like, Monty and Chica clicked so fast and then all it takes is a little competition and almost getting kicked out of a bowling alley for bowling crimes for the pair of them to click with Roxy."

Not quite what's being said here, but it's sparked in me a mental image that while Monty and Chica are getting to know Roxy, and start to see that what they thought was indifference was just uncertainty and insecurities, they both independently come to the conclusion of "omg absolutely must protecc this puppy."

[lunaryugamine]

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That's 647 more posts than 2021!

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Only 7% of my posts had no tags

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#signal boost - 86 posts

#trash of the count's family - 85 posts

#spy x family - 52 posts

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Longest Tag: 134 characters

#death: *calls out his moping and makes a ‘take your brother to work day’ and makes someone immortal just so dream can go on playdates*

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

So the positive attention I've gotten for my TBHK fic idea of an exorcist!Aoi has kept it in my head and although I'm not going to write the full thing until the manga is over (I've already changed so much from the first fic I posted on AO3 almost two years ago because of stuff revealed in the manga) but I'm sort of obsessed with my character dynamics I've created for Aoi, Akane, and Teru so I'm going to discuss them here using those fun ship dynamic pictures. I will also probably post more fics focusing on their relationships with each other as well as other characters because character writing is one of my favorite things which is why my NaNoWriMo project is focusing on worldbuilding.

Have fun with this!

Some backstory: Aoi and Teru have known each other since they were really little and are WlW MlM solidarity and hostility at the same time.

When Akane comes into the mix when he becomes part supernatural, things differ significantly from manga canon because Aoi isn't going to let Akane flounder in this new world and so comes clean about everything, leading to a dynamic that is healthier because they are honest to each other now and Akane isn't continually confessing to Aoi because he realizes that she isn't going to love him back the way he loves her and his feelings for her slowly fade. It is also unhealthy in a different way because now they are codependent and possessive of each other. It's fun. Teru thinks it's fun, anyway, and pokes at it constantly.

Anyway, because Akane now knows that Aoi is an exorcist, he insists on helping her with exorcisms and refuses the glasses Teru offers him. The three of them begin to regularly work together and it brings them closer with each other.

Onto the ship pictures!

They are all one of these at some point in their relationship. It is a Problem.

See the full post

16 notes - Posted November 1, 2022

#4

It's very awkward having a British student in my class who is unapologetically pro-monarch. When asked by my chorale teacher what exactly the Queen symbolized, she said that she united everyone in the UK, no matter their political beliefs.

As she's a tiny freshman on a completely different continent, I was nice enough not to point her to tumblr to show her all the people in the UK who are celebrating her death.

23 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

#3

So... Latest JSHK chapter...

Obviously we're all very upset about Teru. He cares so much for his brother and they're both so traumatized and, regardless of how he treats supernaturals, he did just push his brother out of danger and Did Not Deserve That.

But, also, why does Number Six suddenly have an accent?

Did he have an accent in earlier chapters? Is this just a weird thing in the translation I'm reading?

Also, sad that Aoi had no lines in this chapter. Let her speak, Aodairo!!!

25 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

#2

I'm honestly shocked how many people don't realize that Helio and Medea kissing isn't an endorsement of their relationship. It's very clear that their relationship isn't healthy and that Medea doesn't care for Helio the same way he cares for her. I mean, when he asks "to console her", she doesn't give an enthusiastic "yes" or even a tepid "sure". She pauses and then says, "If you'd like." She doesn't ask for it.

To be clear, I'm not saying that Helio is taking advantage of Medea like some other people are saying. I think it's honestly the other way around. Medea knows he loves/worships her and indulges his eccentricities, even if it sort of annoys her (like when she repeated called him clingy), because it allows her to keep him under her thumb.

The major difference between Medea and Eros is that she feels guilty about using Helio like this, unlike how Eros feels about using Psyche (or literally anyone else because he's insane).

Medea legitimately cares for Helio. Just not as much as he cares for her.

74 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Goodbye Jonathan "my good friend" Harker

Goodbye Mina "I am the train fiend" Harker

Goodbye Lucy "polyamorous icon" Westerna

Goodbye Dr John "what are morals" Seward

Goodbye Quincey "shoot a bat" Morris

Goodbye Arthur "money solves everything" Holmwood

Goodbye Dr. Abraham "I am an expert in everything" Van Helsing

Fuck you Count "lizard fashion" Dracula

You will be missed. Except for Dracula.

2,674 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

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[shamelesslymkp]

Sending as an ask since tumblr won't let me @ you and so that post doesn't get even longer - - don't worry, your tags are actually funny instead of insulting. I use it/its pronouns /because/ they aren't normally used for humans, so it's meant to be challenging people's idea of what a makes a person a person. Funnily enough, I was using it/its pronouns long before I even heard of Murderbot, let alone knew it also used it/its pronouns, which I think is hilariously ironic.

As for my response, it was mostly because a lot of other people in the fandom like to either explicitly or subtly victim blame me and say that because I get so upset about people being purposeful bigots, that's why people are being bigots in the first place. Even though most of time time I make a post where I'm angry, I'm not actually reblogging from anyone directly, I'm explaining what is being done wrong and why it's wrong. This time I reblogged the post directly because it was so infuriating I could not let it stand there by itself without any correction.

And funnily (ironically) enough, before I saw that post, I saw another post by the same person where "he" was used for Murderbot. So I reblogged it with my usual polite copy and pasted correction of, literally, "Just so you know, Murderbot's pronouns are it/its, not he/him! :)"

And the purposefully misgendering post was made yesterday too, and at this point I can't tell with the timestamps if it was made before or after I corrected the first post that looked like an honest mistake.

As for not seeing people misgendering Murderbot, if you have people blocked already, their posts won't show up in the tags, and also tumblr's tagging system doesn't show everyone the same posts even if they're all tagged as the exact same thing, so it might just be sheer luck that you are not seeing the posts, or just the timing being off.

I also tend to make a lot of posts at once when I see people doing this, so that shoves the offending posts deeper into the pile and makes them harder to find, so that might also be why you don't see them.

Also, some of these people strategically make their bigotry hard to find, by only leaving exorsexist (bigotry against nonbinary people, for the record) comments on replies, rather than reblogs or original posts, so that no one looking at their blog will see the horrible things they're saying. It is unfortunately a very common tactic with bigots that I've had to deal with across multiple fandoms now, and bigots in general.

Usually if someone is being a bigot in the replies, it means that's almost the only way they ever interact with posts, because it means only people who go into the replies on that specific post will see what they're saying, with no blog filled with evidence to hold against them.

Anyways, thank you for standing up for people who use it/its pronouns.

ahh yeah that makes sense! and I'm glad my tags were funny and not insulting xD

(also, thanks for defining exorsexist! I had intuited most of the definition from context but I wasn't sure if I'd gotten the nuance right)

I have to go prep for D&D now but I'm glad we were able to talk like this!

I'm publishing this response actually because you made a really important point that makes sense but hadn't particularly occurred to me before and might not to others:

some of these people strategically make their bigotry hard to find, by only leaving exorsexist (bigotry against nonbinary people, for the record) comments on replies, rather than reblogs or original posts, so that no one looking at their blog will see the horrible things they're saying.

and

Usually if someone is being a bigot in the replies, it means that's almost the only way they ever interact with posts, because it means only people who go into the replies on that specific post will see what they're saying, with no blog filled with evidence to hold against them.

I'm going to have to remember that, that's an important thing to keep in mind!

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#i still can't believe that they made a sequel trilogy to one of the most successful and beloved film franchises ever and didn’t plan them

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Infinity War (Chapter Two)

Summary: (Y/N) reunites with an old friend and the Black Order invades New York in search of the Time Stone.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: This chapter’s a lot longer than I originally anticipated but I’m really proud that I was able to finish it on time, so that’s nice lol thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Two (Previous Chapter)

For a Master of the Mystic Arts who once boasted to have an extensive watch list of people who posed a potential threat to Earth, Doctor Stephen Strange had no goddamn idea that a power-hungry genocidal maniac was on his way to retrieve two out of the six Infinity Stones. It was all (Y/N) could do to keep her irritation in check as she gave the two baffled sorcerers a brief explanation of not only who Thanos was and why he was so dangerous, but how she, her one-month-old daughter and Bruce Banner all found their way back to Earth; not only was she irritated by his ignorance of the Mad Titan, but also the lie he’d told her moments before she’d been accidentally transported to Sakaar.

“You didn’t strike me as a liar when we first met.”

Stephen, who was preoccupied with bandaging the two wounds on her bicep, sighed but kept his focus on his work. “I’d hate to argue semantics with you, Miss (Y/L/N), but I never lied to you; I told you that you wouldn’t be alone during the birth of your daughter, and you weren’t.”

“So, you didn’t think to give me a heads-up that if I touched that ugly cauldron over there, I’d wind up trapped on an alien planet with a Prince of Asgard acting as my midwife?” (Y/N) asked, the harsh edge of her voice cutting through the silence in the Sanctum’s foyer. “Was it fun for you, looking into my future and seeing how I’d spend a month struggling to keep myself and my daughter alive? Knowing that Steve wouldn’t be there for Carina’s birth and deliberately keeping that information to yourself?”

“I understand why you’re upset and I’m not trying to dismiss your feelings, but I did warn you that messing around with time was a bad idea. A person isn’t meant to know too much about their own future; if I told you what I saw – which, for the record, was only the moment of your daughter’s birth on Sakaar and a brief glimpse of you both back here in New York – it simply wouldn’t have happened.” Once he was finished securing the bandage around her upper arm, Stephen stood up from the antique lounge they were seated on and extended a hand to her, a glimmer of regret in his darkened gaze. “For what it’s worth, you adapted to your unfortunate circumstances far better than I thought you would.”

(Y/N) huffed out a humorless chuckle and allowed the doctor to help her stand, inwardly frowning in concern when she felt his hand tremble in hers but deciding not to mention it. “That’s only because I had help the entire time. Loki-” Her throat tightened in grief and she forced herself not to think of her unlikely friend and all the others that remained trapped on the Statesman. Thankfully, she was prevented from finishing her sentence when Wong – the other sorcerer that protected the New York Sanctum from mystical threats – and a freshly-dressed Bruce walked into the foyer. “How’re you feeling, Bruce?”

“Okay, I guess, but my memory’s still a little foggy…” Bruce fiddled with the sleeve of his borrowed blazer and observed the wrecked staircase with his brow furrowed in confusion. “You said that the Bifrost brought me here? I don’t remember any of that, i-it’s like the Hulk’s stopping me from trying to remember or something but I don’t know why. Usually, the Big Guy and I are on the same page but lately it feels like we aren’t even reading the same book.”

She walked over to where Bruce stood and gave his hand a comforting squeeze. “All that matters is that you’re safe now; we’ll figure out whatever’s going on together, okay? You don’t have to go through this alone.”

The scientist threw her a grateful look and they both turned to Stephen as he opened a sparking portal and stepped through it. “We’d better go through after him so Tony doesn’t get too freaked out and go full Iron Man on him.”

“You go ahead, I’ll stay here with Carina,” (Y/N) replied, hiding her growing discomfort behind a fleeting smile that vanished when Bruce turned away; she hadn’t seen or spoken to Tony Stark in over two years, with their last tension-filled interaction being the day she’d moved out of the Avengers Facility, and she wasn’t entirely sure how he’d react to seeing her again and learning that Steve Rogers conceived a child with her while on the run. All this stress is going to give me premature grey hair, she silently remarked, glancing over at Carina’s pram hovering by the foot of the ruined staircase and brightening a little when she saw that Wong was entertaining the cooing infant with magical bursts of multicolored fireworks. She walked over to the pair, adjusting her daughter’s blanket and quietly chuckling as her eyes widened in awe at the bright display above her. “Looks like you’re Carina’s favorite person at the moment, Wong. You know, when we first met Stephen mentioned that you were a fan of my novels.”

Wong smiled and nodded. “They’re woven together with such intricate details and compelling characters that they’re almost impossible to put down; my entire collection is back at Kamar-Taj, otherwise I’d ask you to autograph them for me.”

“Well, I’m just a-” She copied the arm movements that Stephen used to conjure the portal across the foyer. “-away, so feel free to drop by anytime when all of this is over.”

Before either of them could say anything, Stephen marched back through the sparking portal with Bruce and Tony Stark on his heels. The billionaire’s attention was focused on the doctor and the emotionally-frazzled scientist but when Stephen turned to close the portal behind them, his gaze shifted and finally landed on (Y/N); his brow shot up in surprise and if she didn’t know any better, she’d say that he was a little pleased to see her. “It’s been a while, Austen.” His familiar nickname for her brought a small smile to her face. “How’s my favorite historical fiction novelist doing, and why’s she dressed like Éowyn from Lord of the Rings?”

“The world’s in danger and we’re the ones who have to save it again, so pretty good, all things considered. I’ll explain the outfit in a minute but first, I think that there’s someone you should meet.” With a steadying breath, (Y/N) reached down into the pram and lifted her squirming daughter into her arms, kissing her brow before walking over to where Tony stood. “Tony, this is my daughter Carina…Carina Lorraine Rogers-(Y/L/N).”

Tony’s brown eyes flicked between (Y/N) and the infant in her arms as a flurry of emotions crossed his face; there was shock, disbelief, anger, sadness, and even some regret before he finally settled on the ghost of his trademark smirk. “She’s a cute kid. Good thing she takes after her mom, huh?”

“She may have my looks, but she inherited all of her attitude from her father.” Right on cue, Carina blew an exceptionally loud raspberry and began to gum the edge of (Y/N)’s breastplate, making Tony chuckle and (Y/N) sigh in mild exasperation. “You see? She definitely didn’t get that from me.”

The billionaire looked as if he wanted to say something but thought better of it, giving her and her daughter another smile before glancing back over at Stephen, Wong and Bruce standing in the center of the foyer. “Now, can one of you guys explain why I’m here in a wizard’s secret lair and not jogging through Central Park with my fiancée?”

Exchanging a wary glance with Bruce, (Y/N) tightened her hold on Carina and launched into the briefest explanation she could manage of hers and the scientist’s adventures in space; how both of them ended up on Sakaar and their struggle to survive in the Grandmaster’s palace, how they became involved in the Asgardian’s fight against the Goddess of Death and how they both wound up back on Earth. Tony patiently listened to her talk and didn’t interrupt, but she could practically see the wheels in his head turning as she told their story and she was reminded of the argument she’d overheard the night that Ultron first attacked the Avengers.

“…A hostile alien army came charging through a hole in space. We’re standing three hundred feet below it. We’re the Avengers. We can bust arms dealers all the live long day, but that up there? That’s…that’s the end game. How were you guys planning on beating that?”

“Together.”

“We’ll lose.”

“Then we’ll do that together, too.”

Tony was right about needing to be prepared for another cosmic threat, (Y/N) silently admitted to herself, but we’re not going to lose this fight against Thanos…we can’t lose. When she finally finished, she stepped back and allowed the two sorcerers to explain the Infinity Stones in their own words, watching in barely-concealed awe when Wong raised his hands and used his magic to conjure a ball of light above them all.

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70 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

#4

Infinity War (Chapter One)

Summary: In the wake of Asgard’s destruction, (Y/N) and Carina’s journey back to Earth and to Steve Rogers is interrupted when Thanos attacks the Statesman.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Disclaimer for a brief description of a panic attack

A/N: And here we’ve reached Avengers: Infinity War...I might as well apologize now for the angst that’s in store for ya’ll this time around lol thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter One June 2018 The Statesman, Space (Previous Book)

“…So, that’s everything I missed while I was away from Earth?”

(Y/N) nodded, anxiously fiddling with the hem of her golden-yellow cape while she watched Thor absorb all of the information she’d spent the past half an hour relaying to him. “Pretty much. Look, Thor, I know it’s a lot to take in all at once so if you need a minute to process-”

She was abruptly cut off when the large Asgardian wrapped his arms around her and held her in a near-suffocating embrace; once she got over her initial shock, she looped her arms around his trim waist and rested her cheek against his muscular chest with a resigned smile. Telling Thor about the Sokovia Accords and the disbandment of the Avengers was something that she’d been dreading ever since running into him on the streets of Greenwich Village, unsure of how he’d react to the news. She’d prepared herself for anger and possibly even tears, especially after everything he’d gone through on Sakaar and having seen Asgard destroyed barely a day ago, but she certainly hadn’t prepared herself to be on the receiving end of a bear-hug.

“I can’t imagine how difficult things have been for you these past few years, Writer (Y/L/N). Once we establish a settlement for what remains of Asgard, I’ll speak to this Secretary Ross about pardoning Captain Rogers and his accomplices; after all you did to help save my people, you have my undying word that little Carina will finally meet her father.”

“That’s very sweet of you, Thor, but…” She managed to pull away enough so that she could see his kindhearted face. “I’m not so sure it’ll be that easy. One hundred and seventeen countries came together to sign the Accords and even if you managed to have the document amended or abolished…well, it’s been almost two years and Steve and Tony still aren’t on speaking terms.”

Thor’s blue eye was filled with sadness as he nodded and loosened his hold on her, but he did his best to give her a reassuring smile. “Hope can be just as powerful of a weapon as any sword or blaster and as long as we hold onto it, anything is possible.”

(Y/N) matched his smile with one of her own and gave his arm a playful nudge with her shoulder. “You’re a pretty great king.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t go that far.” They both turned to watch Loki enter the chamber with a bright-eyed Carina nestled in his arms, a gleam of mischief in his blue-green gaze as he cheekily continued. “He’s been king for less than twenty-four hours, mortal, let’s at least give the oaf a week before we draw any conclusions about his mighty reign.”

“And you, Loki, thrive far too much on purposefully antagonizing the people around you.”

Thor waved her off with a widening grin. “It’s all right, Writer (Y/L/N), these days he’s all talk and no action; the old Loki would’ve followed that all up by stabbing me, but pretend marriage and pretend fatherhood seems to have softened him up.”

Loki rolled his eyes and Thor stuck his tongue out at him, causing (Y/N) to shake her head in exasperation as she watched their interaction. “Seriously? I swear, my daughter’s more mature than the both of you combined and she’s only a month old.”

“Mortal, your spawn is not-”At that moment, Carina’s tiny fingers wrapped around a lock of Loki’s raven hair and tugged, eliciting a surprised yelp from him and a snort of amusement from Thor. “Yes, what was that you were saying about her so-called elevated maturity?”

Ignoring Thor’s laughter and Loki’s accusatory glare, (Y/N) lifted the infant into her arms and held her up at eye level. “Carina Lorraine Rogers-(Y/L/N), that was a very rude thing to do to your Uncle Loki…but I’ll let it slide this one time since he called you my spawn.” She kissed the tip of her daughter’s nose and carefully placed her in her floating pram, taking a moment to adjust her blanket before moving to stand beside the brothers at the large window; she stared out into the star-filled space before them, and she couldn’t hide her awestruck smile at the beautiful sight. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this sight. How long do you think it’ll take to reach Earth?”

“I spoke with the Valkyrie earlier and she assured me that we’ll be there within the week; we’re twenty-two jumps away from Asgard, which means we only have around forty more to go.” Loki replied, fidgeting a little as he folded his hands in front of him. “Do you really think it’s a good idea to go back to Earth?”

“Yes, of course, the people of Earth love me. I’m very popular.”

“And it’s where the father of my child is so yes, I also think it’s a very good idea.”

Loki bit back an exasperated sigh. “Let me rephrase that for you both: Do you really think it’s a good idea to bring me back to Earth?”

His brother considered his question before shrugging his shoulders. “Probably not, to be honest.” (Y/N) reached down and took Loki’s hand, squeezing it in comfort as he looked down at the floor. “But I wouldn’t worry, brother. I feel like everything’s going to work out fine.”

Loki looked up at them and when he met their eyes, a hopeful smile tugged at the corners of his mouth; they all turned back towards the enormous window but as they watched, a massive ship came into view and blocked out the light of the nearby stars. For the briefest moment, (Y/N) wondered if it was some sort of rescue vessel responding to the distress call the Asgardian refugees had put out shortly after their escape, but her optimism evaporated the moment she saw Loki’s pale face and heard his horrified whisper. “Thanos.”

“Wait, who’s-?” (Y/N)’s heart plummeted in her chest when she recalled the troubling conversation about a genocidal world-conquering maniac obsessed with Infinity Stones she’d stumbled into during one of the Grandmaster’s parties. “Oh God…”

“What’s wrong?” Thor asked, a frown on his face and a glimmer of fear in his eye as he took in their reactions. “Loki, who is that?”

“There’s no time for explanations, Thor, we need to sound the alarm and summon every Einherjar we have left right now, before it’s too late! We must evacuate-” Loki’s frantic words were interrupted by the entire ship shuddering as the larger vessel fired its first blast and a shrill alarm began to sound throughout the ship. “Please, brother, you must trust me! Take (Y/N) and lead the people onto the escape shuttles, I’ll gather our warriors onto the bridge and begin mounting our defense with Heimdall.”

Before either of them could reply, Loki dashed out of the chamber and after exchanging matching looks of panic, Thor and (Y/N) gathered up Carina’s pram and hurried to follow his command.

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74 notes - Posted April 28, 2022

#3

Taking Care of Business (Chapter Twenty-Two)

Summary: While helping to re-establish the Mandalorian covert in the substrata of Glavis, Din asks the Armorer to forge a gift and learns more about the Darksaber alongside (Y/N) and Paz Vizsla.

Pairing: Din Djarin X Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Disclaimer for a brief description of a panic attack

A/N: Okay, I intended on including Din’s Darksaber training and the duel here but I decided it deserved its own chapter, so the action will definitely ramp up next time lol I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Twenty-Two The Covert (Previous Chapter)

“So, how did you become acquainted with a pilot?”

Din glanced up from the chain he was fastening around the forge and looked up at Paz, the muscle in his jaw clenching when he noticed his fellow Mandalorian watching (Y/N) as she worked to rewire some old equipment alongside the Armorer. “I helped her defeat the remnants of a crime syndicate and in turn, she helped me return Gro-the foundling to his own kind.”

“Why haven’t you exchanged vows yet?” Paz asked with an accusatory edge to his voice, turning back to face him and pointing to the signet fastened to his pauldron. “Clan Mudhorn cannot thrive with only two members, but a riduurok will ensure its continuation.”

“We’ve been busy,” Din replied, resuming his task with slightly more force than necessary and carefully watching Paz out of the corner of his eye while he considered their exchange.

What he told Paz was technically true, but the fact of the matter was that he hadn’t even asked (Y/N) to marry him; the subject of marriage was one that simply never came up between them. He knew, of course, that the captain loved him and wanted to continue traveling as his partner, but he had no idea if marriage appealed to her or not. If he were being honest with himself, one of the real reasons he hadn’t brought it up was because he was afraid of ruining what they already had. He told himself that he’d bring it up once their lives calmed down a little, but it was starting to look as though a calm life just wasn’t in the cards for them just yet. I’ll ask her the moment the time feels right, he promised himself as he glanced over at (Y/N), no matter where we are or what we’re doing.

The two Mandalorians moved the forge to the center of the workshop, Paz pushing the heavy machinery while Din tugged it into place using the sturdy chain, the sound of the successful installation echoing throughout the room. While Din began unfastening the chain, Paz started connecting the tubing to the forge and broke the silence with another pointed question. “Where did you come upon the Darksaber?”

Although his shoulders were tensed, Din continued hauling equipment as he gave his fellow Mandalorian a carefully worded reply. “I defeated Moff Gideon.”

Paz considered his words for a moment. “Did you kill him?”

“No. But he was sent off to the New Republic for interrogation and he’ll face justice for his crimes.”

The larger Mandalorian scoffed and began winding up the loose chain. “Death would’ve been justice for his atrocities.”

“This is true.” They both turned to see the Armorer and (Y/N) enter the workshop. “The blood of millions of our kind is on his hands.”

“I’m a veteran of the Rebel Alliance and while the atrocities Moff Gideon committed still affect me to this day, I know that killing him in combat isn’t justice.” The captain’s frown was deep and her expression clouded with frustration as she stared unflinchingly at the two Mandalorians before her. “Once he’s put on trial and any useful Imperial intel is taken from him, he’ll be executed for his crimes by the New Republic Tribunal.”

While the Armorer and Paz stood in stunned silence, Din admired his partner’s wisdom and fearlessness; not many people would readily contradict a Mandalorian while in their presence, but (Y/N) was hardly unfazed under their intimidating stares. A tense moment passed before the Armorer turned away and began pressing buttons on the nearest control panel. “We shall see.” At the flip of a switch, the forge ignited and she walked over to a nearby cabinet as she continued. “The songs of eons past foretold of the Mythosaur rising up to herald a new age of Mandalore…” She pressed a button and the doors slid open to reveal her familiar forging tools. “Sadly, it only exists in legends. Where did you come upon the beskar spear?”

Reaching over his shoulder, Din unsheathed the spear he’d strapped onto his jetpack and held it in his gloved hands, examining the shining metal while he moved to stand beside (Y/N) at the forge. “It was a gift of a Jedi. It can block a lightsaber; I used it to defeat Moff Gideon.”

“It can also pierce beskar armor.” The Armorer pointed out. “It’s mere existence puts Mandalorians at risk. Mandalorian steel is meant for armor, not weapons.”

Din recalled a recent conversation he’d shared with (Y/N), where the captain had voiced her concerns about the risks involved with wielding the beskar spear; if an opponent managed to disarm him, they’d have no problem using the spear against him and injuring or possibly killing him. He looked over at his partner and nodded before holding the weapon out towards the Armorer. “Then forge it into armor.”

The Mandalorian crossed the workshop and accepted the spear. “The Darksaber is a more noble weapon for you to wield.”

Just as long as I can learn how to wield it without slicing one of my own limbs off, Din thought with an exasperated eye-roll, moving to sit beside (Y/N) on a storage container and watch the Armorer place the tip of the spear into the white-hot fire. (Y/N) intertwined her fingers with his and rested their joined hands on her lap, his thumb rubbing soothing circles across her knuckles as she finally spoke up. “Have you ever heard of Bo-Katan Kryze?”

“Bo-Katan is a cautionary tale.” They watched as the Armorer poured a solution into a deep basin of water and at her statement, Din found himself leaning forward in interest; since meeting the unconventional Mandalorian back on Trask, they’d both been eager to learn more about her and the real reason why she was so hell-bent on defeating Moff Gideon. “She once laid claim to rule Mandalore based purely on blood and the sword you now possess.” She walked back to the forge and rotated the spear as its metal began to weaken. “But it was gifted to her and not won by Creed. Bo-Katan Kryze was born of a mighty house, but they lost sight of the Way. Her rule ended in tragedy; they lost their Way, and we lost our world. Had our sect not been cloistered on the moon of Concordia, we would have not survived the Great Purge.”

“When we first met, she mentioned having fought in the Purge,” (Y/N) recalled, and her eyes flicked between Din and the Armorer as she hesitantly continued. “But I still don’t exactly know what happened to Mandalore.”

“Those born of Mandalore strayed away from the path. Eventually, Imperial interlopers destroyed all that we knew and loved in the Night of a Thousand Tears. Only those that walked the Way escaped the curse prophesied in the Creed. Though our numbers were scattered to the winds, our adherence to the Way has preserved our legacy for the generations until we may someday return to our home world.” The captain nodded once the Armorer’s story ended but judging by the familiar line that formed between her brows, her mind was racing with thoughts; removing the spear from the fire, the Mandalorian finally looked up at Din. “What shall I forge?”

Din bit his lip as he thought over her question; he’d ask that the Armorer forge something that could provide (Y/N) with some added protection, but he knew that the captain would only consider it a waste of beskar and refuse to accept the armor. His thoughts then turned to another member of their small clan and while he still felt the familiar sadness that came along with remembering Grogu, his lips curved into the smallest of smiles. “Something for a foundling.”

“This is the Way.”

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80 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

#2

"Bullseye!"

Summary: When (Y/N) complains about Cap’s method of training agents to Kate Bishop, her good friend and hopeless crush, the archer volunteers to take over her firearms training. Or, a simple archery training session between two young women leads to lots of awkward flirting and the start of something new.

Pairing: Kate Bishop X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Okay, so this is sort of new territory for me, I've never written a wlw story before, but I’ve always wanted to and Kate Bishop’s one of my favorite new ladies in the MCU lol thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

“Bullseye!” (Fanfiction Masterlist)

“It was really sweet of you to volunteer for this, Kate.” (Y/N) slung her full quiver of arrows over her shoulder and awkwardly held her training bow at her side as she smiled at her friend. “I’m kinda hopeless when it comes to Cap’s training courses and the others can be a little intimidating, so this really means a lot to me.”

Kate looked up from adjusting the circular target at the opposite end of the training room with a smile of her own. “Believe me, I remember how hard all those weapons certification courses were. That’s why I decided to go ahead and develop my own training course, so that newer recruits can learn the basics without the fear of being forced to run laps or – God forbid – do push-ups.” (Y/N) giggled as the archer wrinkled her nose in disgust, feeling some of her apprehension melt away only to be replaced with the familiar fluttering in her chest brought on by her undeniable crush on Kate Bishop.

The raven-haired archer’s kindness and sarcastic wit were rivaled only by her stunning beauty, all traits that made quick work of capturing (Y/N)’s heart and reducing her into an embarrassingly lovesick fool. But Kate was her only close friend at the Avengers Compound and she feared that revealing her true feelings would result in a ruined friendship, so she resolved to bury them deep and try not to pine. Try and ultimately fail, (Y/N) thought with an inward sigh, doing her best to ignore the way her heart skipped a beat when Kate stood beside her and playfully hip-checked her as she notched an arrow onto her bow’s string. “All right, Professor Bishop, what’s next?”

“I’m gonna show you how to correctly fire an arrow and then I’m gonna watch you fire one to see what areas need improving. Just watch what I do and you’ll be okay, my young Padawan.” She chuckled and adjusted her foot placement while (Y/N) rolled her eyes in exasperation. “So, this is the stance you’re gonna wanna take: back straight, feet shoulder-width apart and at ninety-degrees to the target. Don’t grip the bow too tightly or you’ll hurt yourself, then position your fingers like this…” She gestured with her chin towards where her fingers curled around the bowstring. “One finger above the arrow and two below. The string’ll snap on your fingers if they’re not straight and believe me, that hurts like a son of a bitch so always take the time to check your fingers before moving onto the next step.”

(Y/N) nodded. “Will-do. I’m not exactly a hand model, but I think I’d prefer to keep all my fingers just in case.”

“Well, I happen to think you’ve got very nice hands.” (Y/N)’s brows rose at the unusual compliment and Kate’s face flushed with embarrassment. “Was that too weird? That sounded kinda weird.”

“It was a little weird, but no one’s ever complimented my hands before so I’ll take it.” Quickly looking away from the archer’s sparkling eyes, (Y/N) cleared her throat and nodded towards her bow. “So, what’s the next step?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, the next step!” Kate gave her a flustered smile before raising her bow and pulling back the string. “Use your back muscles to pull the string back, not your biceps, and pull it back so that your index finger’s under your chin; the string should lightly brush against your nose and lips, like this, and now you take a moment to aim at your target using your dominant eye…and once you’re aligned, you relax your fingers and release.” The arrow sped across the training room and impaled itself into the center of the circular target, and Kate turned to her with a bright grin. “Bullseye! You ready to give it a try, (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) nodded and with a nervous chuckle, she notched her arrow and shuffled her feet into position. “Not sure I’ll get a bullseye on my first shot, but I’ll try my best.”

“Think positive thoughts! I know they’re not the most fun but I’ve seen your proficiency scores in Cap’s firearms course, and you’re one hell of a crack-shot; just pretend that your bow’s a .22 and you’ll be fine. Do you mind if I fix your posture for you?” When she agreed, Kate nudged her feet further apart with the toe of her book and she was forced to bite back her gasp of surprise when the archer stood behind her and gently straightened her back for her; her eyes went wide when Kate not only remained close behind her, but as her hands moved to rest on the curve of her hips. “Okay, next step?” (Y/N) struggled to focus on her training for a moment before remembering to adjust her fingers on the bowstring, earning an approving hum from the archer. “Hey, you were paying attention!”

“Well, it’s easy to when you’ve got such an excellent teacher,” (Y/N) replied with a smile, emboldened by the weight of Kate’s hands on her hips and the praising tone in her voice; was it her imagination, or did the archer’s breath hitch? Before she could give a reply, (Y/N) raised her bow and drew the string back. “How’s this?”

“G-Good. Yeah, it’s good, just…” One of Kate’s hands left her hip and moved to cup her elbow. “This arm needs to go a little higher.” Her hand remained in place even after (Y/N) did as she said, her fingers curling against the material of the workout jacket and their warmth practically searing (Y/N)’s flushed skin. “Use your nose and lips as your anchor. Good, just like that, now take aim at your target…” (Y/N) felt the tip of Kate’s nose brush against her hair as she softly murmured into her ear, “And fire away.”

(Y/N) released the arrow and watched with bated breath as it sailed through the air, where it impaled itself at the very edge of the target’s red center. “Bullseye!” She exclaimed in delight, jumping up and down in excitement as she turned to her beaming friend. “Holy shit, Kate, did you see that?!”

“Yeah, that was an awesome shot!” The archer laughed and smiled at her celebratory dancing. “Didn’t I tell you you’d be great at this?”

Without thinking, (Y/N) threw her arms around Kate and the two friends shared an enthusiastic hug, the sounds of their giggles echoing throughout the vast training room. Her eyes went wide once she realized what she’d impulsively done but when she started to pull back, she caught sight of the archer’s gaze fixated on her lips; her dark eyes darted up to meet hers and while a pink blush spread throughout her face, she slowly brought her hand up and brushed the pads of her fingertips timidly against (Y/N)’s own flushed cheek. A newfound glimmer of hope that Kate might have similar feelings for her blossomed and anxious butterflies fluttered away in her stomach as she whispered, “I-Is it okay if I kissed you right now?”

A brilliant smile spread across Kate’s face. “Absolutely.”

(Y/N) leaned in and closed her eyes as her lips brushed against Kate’s in a slow kiss; it was soft and gentle and perhaps a little shy, but while the archer’s arm encircled her waist to bring her closer and her calloused hand cradled her cheek as if she were made of delicate glass, she knew that it was perfect. After they finally separated, (Y/N) rested her forehead against Kate’s and breathlessly smiled. “That was…wow.”

“Yeah, that’s kinda what I was thinking,” Kate chuckled, her dark eyes gleaming with happiness as she bashfully bit her lip. “I like you, (Y/N). A lot. Like, a lot-a lot.” The archer grinned when (Y/N) giggled at her overemphasis. “I’m, um, I’m not really experienced with all this, but I think it might be your turn to say something.”

“I like you, too.” She took hold of Kate’s hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. “I don’t know where that leaves us…but I’m free tomorrow night, if you wanna go grab some pizza and see a movie with me? O-Or not, I know you’re pretty busy and I wouldn’t wanna intrude-”

(Y/N) squeaked in surprise when Kate’s lips crashed against hers and effectively silenced her anxious rambling, and it took her a moment to recover and kiss the archer back. They were both out of breath by the time they finally separated, with (Y/N) trying in vain to regain her voice and Kate smiling widely in triumph. “Bullseye.”

“…Oh, please tell me you’re not gonna say that every time you kiss me.”

“I’m not sure yet,” The archer shrugged as (Y/N) playfully rolled her eyes. “So I guess you’ll have to wait until tomorrow night to find out, won’t you? I’ll get Clint to dog-sit Lucky and we’ll have a night on the town; I’m talking pizza, ice cream, the movie theater, Rockefeller’s skating rink, maybe even one of those cheesy escape rooms we could probably solve with our eyes closed…” They both chuckled at that and (Y/N) relished the newfound softness in Kate’s dark eyes as they stared into hers. “How’s that sound?”

With a happy sigh, (Y/N) looped her arms around Kate’s neck and smiled. “Sounds very Kate Bishop: a little bit weird and absolutely wonderful.”

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158 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

What The World Needs Now...

Summary: Entirely out of options and fearing for her daughter’s safety, (Y/N) decides to pay Professor Charles Xavier a visit at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. The man in charge of the school, however, was nothing like what (Y/N) had expected.

Pairing: Charles Xavier X Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: I was going through one of my old flash drives when I found this one-shot I’d written years ago, way back when I had a huge thing for McAvoy’s Professor X (specifically Professor X from X-Men: Apocalypse, the flowing brown hair really got to me lol). After making a few quick edits, I decided to publish it for you all to read so I hope that you enjoy! "What The World Needs Now Is Love" by Jackie DeShannon partially inspired this one-shot, so give it a listen if you've never heard it before :)

What The World Needs Now... September 1979

Looking out the window of the taxi, (Y/N) quietly admired how the sunlight streamed through the endless forest of trees; although they’d been traveling from Westchester County Airport through the woods of upstate New York for nearly a half an hour, the beautiful scenery still managed to keep her distracted from any anxious thoughts.

(Y/N) turned to Molly, who was curled against her side and fast asleep, and gently brushed her hair away from her peaceful face before looking down at the letter resting on her lap. The paper, once crisp and white, was wrinkled and stained from countless readings and although she could practically recite the words from memory by now, she began to read the letter once again.

Dear Miss (Y/L/N),

To say that I was pleasantly surprised by your letter would be an understatement; in all my years of research, I have never heard of a mutation developing at such a young age. I would very much like to meet your daughter to uncover more about her mutation but unfortunately, I am unable to leave my school and students unattended for extended periods of time. Would it be possible for you and your daughter to travel here? I know how complicated everything must seem to you now but I promise you, Miss (Y/L/N), I will do everything in my power to help the both of you in this challenging time.

                                                  Regards,

                                                  Professor Charles Xavier

Enclosed with the letter were two first-class plane tickets and in any other situation, (Y/N) would’ve rejected such generosity, but she was beyond desperate; Molly’s powers were accelerating with each passing day and becoming more and more noticeable, and they’d already been the target of threats from their supposed friends and neighbors. So, without a second thought, she and Molly found themselves on an airplane the day after the letter arrived. Professor Xavier seems like a very kindhearted old man, she thought with a hint of a smile, maybe the sort who wears patches on the elbows of his jackets and misplaces his reading glasses, or one who is even bald. No matter what he looked or dressed like, though, she was beyond relieved to have finally found someone who could possibly help her daughter.

“Would you look at that?” The taxi driver gave a low whistle. “That’s one hell of a house, huh?”

(Y/N) looked up from the letter and gasped in awe. In the distance stood an enormous mansion, similar to European castles and manors she’d only read about in books; the impressive stone structure was ringed with a manicured lawn and towering trees, and tendrils of ivy grew along the towering walls of the building.

“Molly? Molly, sweetie, time to wake up, we’re here!” Molly’s eyes slowly opened and she sleepily raised her hands to rub at them. “Molly-Bear look, doesn’t it look like a castle?”

Molly finally looked up and her face immediately brightened. “A castle, Mommy!” (Y/N) had to quickly stuff the letter into her purse and move it out of the way as the five-year old clambered onto her lap for a better look; she pressed her hands, which were wrapped in a pair of pink mittens, onto the window and stared at the mansion with wide eyes. “Is there a dragon in there?”

“I’m not sure, sweetie, you’ll have to ask Professor Xavier when we meet him.”

Minutes later, the taxi driver pulled up to the front of the mansion and stopped. (Y/N) thanked him and paid their fare before getting out and grabbing their two suitcases; they watched the taxi drive off before walking up several steps to the mansion’s massive front doors. On the stone wall beside the door was a modest brass plaque, which read Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.

“Wanna help me knock, Molly-Bear?” When the little girl smiled toothily, (Y/N) set their suitcases down, picked Molly up and rested her against her hip before raising her knuckles to the door. Molly placed her small fist against the door and they both knocked loudly, and (Y/N) silently hoped that someone in the enormous house would be able to hear them.

Much to her surprise, however, the door opened only a few moments later to reveal a tall man; he had a youthful face, with carefully styled brown hair and brilliant blue eyes behind a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and he wore a white laboratory coat over a dark blue button-down shirt and brown slacks. “Hello, how can I help you?”

“We wanna see Professor ’Zavier!”

The man’s bewildered look would’ve made (Y/N) smile if not for their serious situation. “My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), and this is my daughter, Molly. We’re here to meet Professor Charles Xavier.” She reached into her purse, withdrew the letter and handed it to the wary man. “He sent me this letter several days ago.”

His eyes quickly scanned the words and he looked up, his guarded expression falling as he gave her a bright smile. “Of course, the professor’s been expecting you both, Miss (Y/L/N)!” Giving back the letter, he opened the door wider and gestured for them to enter. “Here, let me get your bags for you.”

“Thank you, Mr.…?”

“Oh, it’s Hank, Hank McCoy.” He shook her hand before bringing their suitcases into the house and nudging the door closed behind them. “The professor should be in his study, so if you’ll follow me…”

While Hank led them through the halls of the mansion, (Y/N) looked around and admired the beautiful interior. Everything from the mahogany wood-paneling to the slightly-faded ornate carpeting made her feel as though she were Nick Caraway from The Great Gatsby, entering the elaborate home of the mysterious Jay Gatsby for the very first time. However, she couldn’t help but notice a distinct lack of students roaming the halls.

“Excuse me, Hank, but where are all the children?”

Hank glanced down at his wristwatch. “Right now, they’re all in fifth period. It’s usually a lot noisier around here, but I think they’re all taking tests today.” They turned down another hall and continued walking. “I’m sorry for back there, by the way, we don’t get many visitors and sometimes the ones we do get-” He bit his lip and looked down before continuing. “They’re not all exactly fans of mutants like us.” Giving his head a small shake, Hank glanced between her and Molly out of the corner of his eye. “So, um…what exactly is her-?”

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475 notes - Posted January 28, 2022

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I posted 1,780 times in 2022

That's 479 more posts than 2021!

47 posts created (3%)

1,733 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@purplespacefairy

@deepest-dope

@sparrow-va

dingdongyouarewrong (hopefully thus mentionn't, but if otherwise, hi saz-)

@nastypass

I tagged 1,771 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#reblog - 1,472 posts

#'reblog' - 240 posts

#fire emblem - 161 posts

#fucking incredible - 118 posts

#. - 84 posts

#beautiful - 66 posts

#fódlan fe - 61 posts

#pokémon - 42 posts

#ace attorney - 40 posts

#perfect - 35 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#it's about protecting the rights of the accused. it's about having a voice in the procedings that says the state can't just do as it pleases

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

a few days ago, I finished the Azure Gleam route on FE Warriors: Three Hopes! so here’s me, back at it with all the opinions and takes and criticism and whatnot

(jesus they really just put the post up in here in integra. I put a readmore on that thing for a reason! just, here, let me link you there instead)

23 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

#4

airlock grades the villain archetypes: Three Houses edition

(so, this post is going to be, in fact, long as fuck -- which is a good opportunity to once again plug my dreamwidth, where you can read this post with more tidily organzed sections, as well as individual spoiler warnings on each one!)

you know, it's an interesting coincidence, it really is. when I originally started making those villain grading posts, we were just a few months away from a long-anticipated new Fire Emblem release, and that moment gave me the idea to take on that little exercise for a number of reasons. and then, here we are, about three months shy of three years later. for a number of different reasons, I started to think about finally making a follow-up post, seeing how I'd compare the antagonists from Three Houses to their predecessors. freshly boosted on new meds, I whip out a very long draft for a post in just a few days. and then, the day after I was done, a long-anticipated new Fire Emblem release is announced. and so, just on a whim of fate, I'm technically returning to this text post series under the same conditions as I started it! isn't it poetic? (funny thing is that they eventually decided to put a cutoff on this one, but only after enduring the entire preface AND all of the section on Thales. anyway, still best I cut it off myself right here, and you can see the full version right here -- or on dreamwidth, via the link above!)

28 notes - Posted February 28, 2022

#3

okay, yeah, so, I think I’ve officially seen this one spelling error happen one too many times in fanfic. and like, I don’t like to be pedantic, but I guarantee that if you trip over this one you will punt readers off the narrative and into the stratosphere

so let’s understand the difference here:

a segue is a fluid movement from one state into another, or a rhetorically opportune change of subject. for example: “Since she brought up the lawn, I managed to segue into complaining about what happened to my flower garden.”

a Segway (R) is a two-wheeled battery-powered micromobility vehicle, typically associated with mall cops, dorks, and dorky mall cops. for example: “I’m still upset that her idiot cousin drove his Segway all over my flowers.”

as you can imagine, if you tell me about the segway that your character just pulled, that will immediately shatter the illusion that they’re a smooth talker.

36 notes - Posted August 23, 2022

#2

so there was that whole fiasco with a map of Europe going around claiming to be about in which countries it is or isn’t typical to feed one’s houseguests, and this is now being regarded as an open fiasco because it’s come to light that the map is false and does not correspond to any real information about the countries highlighted, even though a lot of people were quick to throw stones at the ones where it supposedly was not common to feed one’s houseguests

I suppose it’s as good a time as any for me to point out that, as far as I’m concerned, this was a fiasco well before then, and wouldn’t have been one bit less of a fiasco if the map had been 100% true.

because here’s the thing... it may be the case that, when presented with the idea that it may not be common in some cultures to feed one’s houseguests, your instant, kneejerk reaction is to think, huh, that sounds inconsiderate and antisocial. if that’s what you thought, though, and if you chased that thought all the way down to the end and to its logical conclusions, then what I’d really like to ask is... who the fuck died and made you the arbitrer of other people’s cultures???

I’m not saying that a cultural difference justifies any and everything, but man alive, how jingoistically arrogant do you have to be in order to make and sincerely believe in snap-judgements like these? how do you decide, based just on a colorful little map, void of any other context, void of any other information on what the people of a certain country are like, that they’re just rude as hell because in your mind that one thing you heard sounds rude as hell? what head-spinning idiot attitude is this where you think you can pass judgement on an entire people, based on so little?

so if nothing else, what I’d really like for this mess to pass on in people’s minds is not just that they should maybe check sources and not believe everything that’s presented to them in a colorful little map -- but really most importantly, that when you’re hearing and thinking about a whole other culture, you should, no, must, approach it with the attitude of a listener and a learner, not the attitude of someone who knows better.

74 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

so I found out about ryunumber a while back and what can I say, this is the exact kind of shlock that I can spend entire days thinking about

I thought about asking about some Fire Emblem character or another, but then I realized -- oh, right, I could actually easily discern the Ryu Number of every single Fire Emblem character myself in just a few broad strokes. so... this is me, taking on that challenge!

(yeah, this one had a readmore too; check the post out here -- or better yet, check out the follow-up from the legends themselves, which is the reason why this is my post with the most notes this year. just ahead of the lengthy sociological tirade!)

77 notes - Posted June 19, 2022

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Reblogging yet again for these wonderful tags from @pepperf

#it's been really weird to see the evolution of fanfic as something mainstream#or mainstream-ish#mostly it's been cool - often frustrating as well!#but in Ye Olde Days I wouldn't have just been able to watch a show and think 'hey I liked that - wonder if there's anything on AO3'#and just GO FIND IT#(sometimes. depending on the thing.)#finding fic - or simply finding people to squee with - was a matter of luck in a lot of ways#we didn't have google or AO3#so you just had to find a forum or a webring and see where that thread took you#and often there wasn't a major nexus for fans or fic and you just had to make your own little community#if there was a fic archive it had its own site-specific rules and etiquette#and you kind of learned to listen and be respectful when you first joined#to figure out what the culture was like#and if you didn't like it you could either learn to endure it or just have a tiny group of three friends in a Yahoo community or sthg#but now we have AO3 and it's funny to me to see how people think of it as this big corporate entity#that has existed since time immemorial#nah fam this system was built from the ground up in the 2000s#it's not a corporate thing - it's by fans and for fans#and it came out of frustrations with how corporate-owned sites just took down our shit when the political winds shifted#but yeah - newer fans are used to having this wonderful tool (and I'm glad for them!)#and sometimes take it for granted that fandom has always been that level of organised#or that there's any kind of rulebook that anyone was following

So much of fandom in ye olden dayes of yore was about happening to get lucky enough to find the right person (or persons) to hook you up with things. Like a speakeasy. All this cool stuff was happening, but you had to know a guy who knew a guy who knew the password.

I am so grateful to the two people who were the ones who gave me the proverbial passwords to the places that became my fandom homes. One of them found a piece of fic I wrote in a vacuum and emailed me and basically said "come with me, you're going to like this" and took me to a place that shaped my life and friendships forever. Another gave me my LJ invite after I anonymously commented on a story she told about beating a scorpion to death with a cardboard life-sized standee of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Without them? I have no idea where or who I would be right now.

This speaks to me, especially:

#if there was a fic archive it had its own site-specific rules and etiquette#and you kind of learned to listen and be respectful when you first joined#to figure out what the culture was like#and if you didn't like it you could either learn to endure it or just have a tiny group of three friends in a Yahoo community or sthg#

...especially in light of cringe culture and how things seem to be now a days. There doesn't seem to be a lot of looking around and getting the lay of the land anymore--just a "this is what I want, give it to me and maybe i'll say please but i'm more likely to get upset if i find something i don't like than do so"

And I know this probably sounds a lot like that cranky old lady on your street who keeps the kids' balls when they get kicked over the fence but that's not really what I am going for here. Cultural evolution is fascinating to me, so being able to have experienced then and be here now is super cool. And if I apply generational politics to the equation? Whoooo boyo. We could be here all day!

But I stand by the principle of being polite and listening when you come into a space that is new to you. It just makes sense.

Warnings in general weren’t a thing in a lot of these spaces. Sometimes, people would be mad about things that were permanent like character death, but trauma followed by a happy ending just wouldn’t have made that list a lot of the time. I don’t believe romance novels were relevant. The lack of a concept of trigger warnings was. (The actual term seems to hail from the mid 00s, for example, though obviously, warnings existed prior to that.)

The biggest change was the advent of tags existing.

Technologically, they’re not a thing on the old internet, and metadata tends to just be sparser in general. Some fic archives did start to have some filtering, but it was pretty basic and varied a lot by space.

Keep in mind that for much of the 90s, the shape of a fic archive was a hard-coded html page or maaaaybe that X-Files FTP site. They looked fundamentally different from the more recent type where you upload things yourself and you can edit in a WYSIWYG interface.

I think the main driver of internet metadata is generally porn, and I don’t mean fandom. I mean commercial porn. This is likely a big driver for being able to sort anything at all by tropes. I couldn’t point you to exact moments that moved tech forward though.