#this is lazy I'm too lazy to even make a short comic or anything

[5weetmeat]

losers let's kill them all

[astralnymphh]

CALLING ALL FANFICTION AUTHORS!

please reblog this. i've talked about this twice before, but obviously not everyone has seen it. i am calling for anyone who writes fanfiction or posts about a certain game/show/universe in any connective manner to please, please- PLEASE, copy this memo below comprising links to supporting palestine, education on the situation in gaza, and a must-need for those who engage in TLOU tumblr; links regarding the creators (neil druckmann) zionism, and how the plot of tlou2 is based on the israeli occupation of palestine. i don't care if what you write seems "insignificant" or "small" in the grouping of larger fics. no. everything that is not related to palestine in any form NEEDS these links. because, when we stray away from reblogging, or writing up our own posts in support of palestine/sharing journalists stories/etc. even for a SINGLE piece of writing, we could be missing people who are unaware (which, shouldn't be the case atp, but..) and fucking especially because in these fandoms, fics are the most popular thing. not reblogs about palestine, unfortunately; there are so many fanfiction accounts who very clearly don't give a fuck about the whole situation, seeping in silence, posting fics during strikes, not taking accountability for it now, so on and so forth. please, for the love of all that is good- CALL THEM OUT! people gaining hundreds of notes, tens of reblogs, supportive comments on a post that completely disregards what is happening SO BOLDLY right now, should irk you. i swear, if i see one more fuckass "i didn't know!" apology from an author who is CONSTANTLY on tumblr, REGULARLY posting fanfiction, i'm going to fucking lose it. if you are on tumblr to begin with, being this active- you have time to reblog. actually, educating yourself and reblogging is way quicker than writing up fanfiction of any length. are you fucking kidding me? you are laughable. comical, not real, and i have nay an ounce of respect for you. ever. but besdies that; the memo. i want everyone to copy this, or make something similar. put this above your summaries, authors note, whatever comes before the writing. every post you make should link back to supporting palestine, cause you never know how many eyes it will reach. it could change a lot of things. on pc, i believe copying it completely will preserve the links, but i'm not sure if mobile will. again. do whatever you can to add it. don't be lazy. put this in ur masterlists/navigation too.

for all fanfiction authors:

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸

READ: this account stands with palestine, and so— i require everyone who interacts to educate themselves, and support/donate. READ THESE; 1 and 2, HELP HERE, BOYCOTT. silence is complicity, do not scroll past this.

for tlou fanfiction authors:

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸

READ: this account stands with palestine, and so— i require everyone who interacts to educate themselves, and support/donate. READ THESE; 1 and 2, HELP HERE, BOYCOTT. silence is complicity, do not scroll past this.

DO NOT BUY THE REMASTER, TLOU2, TLOU1, OR ANY GAME FROM NAUGHTY DOG! neil druckmann (the creator) is a zionist. PLEASE READ THIS. AND REBLOG THIS.

you may add what is necessary, i wanted to keep it short for attention span sakes, and to avoid people skipping it entirely, and so on. i may edit these, fix up anything, but again, if you're using them you can edit them however. as long as you are linking anything in general, that is what matters. thank you, love from aestra. from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸

[komorebiboo]

SOME WRITING TIPS I COLLECTED DURING MY (SHORT) WRITING JOURNEY:

(I wanna specify I'm not a professional and still have a lot to learn)

plan the WHOLE story ahead. Write all the details down on a google doc or a piece of paper, yeah even the useless one. Trust me, your memory is not good enough to remember it all.

do a character sheet! You need to understand perfectly the way your character think, act, speak, and look. Here's an example of a good character sheet I found on Pinterest

DON'T THINK TOO MUCH ABOUT YOUR FIRST DRAFT. Being a perfectionist, I wanted all my drafts to be perfect at first take. Needles to say, coming up with a good paragraph became less and less enjoyable and more and more of a pain in the ass. Luckily I found a solution: stop thinking. Just write every word that comes to your mind. It doesn't have to be coherent (as long as it follows the main plot points you planned for the chapter), it doesn't have to be good-written, just put down ideas and LATER organise them. It made the process much more entertaining to me.

use comic sans font. It might sound dumb, but writing in comic sans improve significantly my writing skills. Bonus points if I'm writing in blue (a color that stimulate the creative part of your brain).

trick your brain into wanting to write. For example, I use music. I'm writing a fanfiction about a post-apocalyptic world, so whenever I feel lazy or unmotivated I put the TLOU soundtrack on my computer and suddenly feel super creative. The "trigger" could be anything, a color, a tv show, a particular image (I highly suggest making a pinterest board).

If you post on ao3, pay attention to the tags! So many good fics get lost because the author didn't put the right tags. If you don't know how to tag your work, just google the meaning of each tag. Reddit do wonders.

This is everything for now, I'll add more if I forgot something ☆

[i-am-xp-64]

how did that prom ended:

I felt lazy to make a comic of it so I just made a short video (also I'm kinda having trouble in life a little that I barely getting time or energy-)

But here's what happened:

So apparently the three make it to the prom, it were good lim had a good dance one with Albert and one with jett and they even record it lol, and even after lim asked if they could dance together so he can record that too but ofc there two didn't want it, but luckily the song changes before they even answer so the excuse the song so lim let it slide (smooth technique~✨), and some hours later the music stops and everyone look at that place where they announce the prom king and qquee and they saw kanya there, ofc lim were not want to see her but then kanya make an announcement like "hello everyone, thank you all for coming, I would like to make an important announcement, for an old friend.." Then she pointed at lim and they were shocked, friend?? Is this girl drunk or something? They she keep her talk with "I done..so so wrong to him both in past and current and...i wanted to make an apology in front of everyone as a made up for everything I were done" everyone were applauded, even jett and Albert (they didn't know lol) but lim were confuse and didn't trust this, but thought maybe finally he will got the apology he needed from her so he goes there, kanya reached her hand to lim and lim slowly reached his hand to him, but before everything a loud flush heard along with nail clingings, everyone were gasped and screamed in terror, kanya were planned to shame lim in front of everyone by flashing a blood bucket with nails on him, terrible prank am I right? Kanya laughed loud, Albert and jett run to lim who were crying just standing there all bloody and nails pinned around his head and body, along with Albert and jett, everyone were cursing at kanya because wtf, but kanya didn't take a word just smirking at lim, before she ever say anything jett punched her at the nose and she fell down then they took lim and walk out from there.

Well by the video you can see someone called the cops because there's a attempt of murder there, lim could've died there..well he didn't tho-

It didn't end well, they end up going to a local dryer (that one public place were people go to wash their clothes like on that Mr beans episode) and got lim washed, and just stop at a diner and just hang there, well in all that lim didn't say a word or stop crying, didn't even eat anything or wanted to do anything, Albert and jett tried to talk to him but all lim said was "i wanna go home." So they just drive him home

@weirdsillycreature we need to kill kanya mate, for our little crow(lim)..WE NEED TO END HER-

[kaiserposting]

"how to subtly show someone you're interested" is top 2 in my top of your fanfics after "voyeur to belonging" so i'm gonna talk about that fic.

For the people who haven't read it yet, you should, it's a story where we follow Kaiser in his struggling to act more or less normal (in comparison to his usual behavior let's say) in order to show yn he's interested through advices on an article on the web. Iliya think about linking the fanfic to this ask!

I'm currently re re re re re re reading it while writing it to be sure to not forget anything lmao.

First of all I want to say that you portrayed Kaiser really nicely on this one. Like on all the others too, though.

The fanfic is composed of 10 short parts, all very enjoyable. Here's my top (because I like doing them even if no one care):

-1, eye contact

-3, compliment them

-2, initiate conversation

-4, light touches

-10, mention being single

-8, give them attention

-6, use humor

-9, playful teasing

-7, text them

-5, be there for them (that was sooo Kaiser coded, I validate a lot)

Like always, blasphemecel writing style does not disappoint, it's fluid, enjoyable and easily understandable even for someone who isnt too familiar with english (like me). The balance between seriousness and humor is good.

I think it's interesting to see Kaiser from this angle. And the fact that yn is not giving easily to what he wants is quite humorous. There's some plot twists that I liked too, mostly the last one, but for people who haven't read it yet, I will not reveal them, just go read.

I like the fact that Kaiser is actually making efforts to show his feelings, even if it's from something as delicate as following an article. I think this is actually very accurate to the Kaiser we have in Blue Lock, I can totally picture him doing that. So I liked it a lot more with that thought in mind.

Actually, I already said it to you but this fic literally made me improve my low dopamine level and laugh when I was feeling very down (yay mental illness). There's just something about your writing that makes me feel better.

I would actually be very interested in reading one more chapter where we would see how this Kaiser and this yn's relationship evolves, how does evolve their chemistry and all. I think theres something to do with that, but of course it's not an obligation!!!

Overall, this fanfic is really interesting in the way Kaiser is represented, how he acts, and the comical aspects of it would please a lot of people. I definitely would recommend it to someone who needs to have a good time while still being able to enjoy a Kaiser well written.

I was supposed to analyse the fics but I got lazy in the process so I just give a review, but the analysis will come soon 🔥

UR SO SWEET 😢😢😢HOW CAN YOU WRITE AN ENTIRE REVIEW THATS SO FLATTERING JERJWEKRJEREKREJR

I'm glad you like it (I also thought your list with the order of your favorite mometns was interesting JEKRWJERWEJR) I'M ALSO SOOO HAPPY SOMETHING I WROTE MADE YOU FEEL BETTER 🤭🤭 THANK YOU MY LIEGE

Also Im glad you thought he was in character even though the premise itself is pretty absurd (KAISER READING AN ARTICLE - THE PLOT JREJREJRERJ). I was afraid it might be ass cuz i was writing it on my vacation when i was at the place with bad connection (#originstory) rjerjwr but im glad you liked it!!

[ym4yum1]

Preface — My favorite Spy (6 of 6)

November, 2024.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6, final.

Back to Age of Ultron — What were they thinking?

It seems they wanted to give Natasha an emotional, romantic arc. Fair enough. But by linking her story to infertility — a complex topic far beyond the scope of a family-friendly, action-driven superhero film — the plot inadvertently undermined her already established depth. Framing both Bruce and Natasha's situations as bleak and irreversible also ignored realistic options, such as adoption. Omitting this subplot altogether might have better served their character arcs. After all, Natasha's humanity had already been clearly established through her loyalty and resilience, making her relatable without tying her worth to motherhood.

Perhaps miscarriage was deemed "too dark" for a family-friendly franchise, yet somehow forced sterilization wasn't. Maybe they wanted to keep Natasha "just human," despite achieving extreme physical feats without normal hormonal balance. Go figure.

In short, the MCU missed an opportunity to pursue a more coherent, character-driven arc that truly reflected Black Widow's fifth-year comic history (in 2015, now is 60). It's disappointing that successful filmmakers failed to responsibly portray such a multi-dimensional role.

I'm sorry to say it, but it felt like lazy writing.

While I'm not a biology expert, basic information on infertility is readily accessible online for anyone seeking to understand it. As a computer science teacher and mental health peer supporter, I know how important it is to address sensitive topics with clarity and respect.

Ultimately, thoughtful storytelling isn't just about depth or subverting expectations; it's about showing characters — and the people who identify with them — the care they deserve.

Alright, enough of me rambling.

All my stories (mostly Romanogers) are posted on Fanfiction and Ao3. I'm starting to post on Wattpad too. But it's really sad when no one says anything. Comments, even constructive criticism, are the motivation for any writer. Please. If you read my stories, say something. Anything. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

And all my drawings are on DeviantArt, some on Instagram. I'm ym4yum1 everywhere!

https://www.instagram.com/ym4yum1/

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Personality :p

Ello! My name is Gillian I am requesting a ship for supernatural

* i'm the type of person that people regard as being very well adjusted but honestly i'm having a mental breakdown most of the time.

* i'm a deeply empathetic person, i care a lot about others and sometimes i forget to care for myself because of it.

* on the flip side of my sensitive/kind nature, i can be very feisty. I’m also DEEPLY sarcastic when i'm frustrated i just want to beat up something, and i become very passionate towards injustice. my friends say i'm like a kitten with a knife.

* additionally, i would consider myself a brave person. I don't struggle to have hard conversations with people (i don't like them but I'll do it),and I've stood up to every bully I've ever had

* due to my trust issues and rejections, i tend to feel like an outsider in most of my friend groups.

* TO FINISH IT OFF (this has become too long), i would consider myself a wise/intelligent person (i give good advice), resilient, but also easy going.

1. INFJ | Pisces sun, cancer moon, libra rising, pisces Venus | Ravenclaw | Neutral good

2. Things I love in myself: I love that I’m good at giving advice, that I can skip many of my classes and still stay on the dean’s list, and that I’m bold when I need to be

3. In a partner, I look for someone who will support and listen to me. I have a lot of different mental ailments, and if they won’t be understanding of that, then I can’t be with them. I also look for someone who is self sufficient (I can’t deal with laziness). Most importantly, they should be kind (i.e. If I’m ranting about things like sexism in a tv show, I want them to be able to understand why it’s important to me.)

4. I’m straight, unfortunately.

5. She/her

6. I’m the singer/guitarist in a rock band so music is very very important to me. I also love to draw and I read pretty much all the time. My ideal day is going to a coffee shop and then a bookstore. Which reminds me— I drink an obscene amount of coffee. I also take too many naps, especially with my cat, who is my baby. I like to write as well. I really love things that make my house look like a fairy’s home, so I like to collect that stuff. I’m also a nerd who does go to comic con (*boos are heard throughout the audience*)

7. Appearance wise!! I’m hella short, but it just means my personality is big. I have reddish brown hair with very round blue/green/grey eyes (idk their color people just say that they’re pretty), and a button nose.

Hi!! I hope you like your SPN matchup! <3333

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Romantic;

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Supernatural;

💐 You met Sam after you had gone to a coffee shop to get a drink, you walked into the nearby bookstore - you weren't looking for anything in particular, but when you accidently let a book slip from your arms, Sam the gentleman came right up and helped you; picking the book from off the ground, he gave you a smile; and before you knew it, you ended up talking for a good thirty minutes or so

💐 During the next couple of months, you and Sam would often meet up and go to that coffee shop together - swinging by the bookstore after - and just talking about everything and anything; he was quickly becoming a close friend of yours, even being front row at some of your rock concerts

💐 Skipping to actually dating, Sam is really supportive, if you want to do something, he is there to support you (follow your dreams - and he's a very good listener, if you just want to rant about your day, he's there; and if you want to rant about sexism in a tv show, Sam will understand how important it is to you, and probably join you in the ranting

💐 If you go down for a nap with your cat, he'd probably join you, if not, he'd most likely sit on the bed beside you, quietly reading - and when you wake up, he'd probably see if you want to go out and go on a small adventure to the bookstore

💐 Sam is totally down to go to Comic Con with you, if you dress up, he'd dress up too - and if you find something you like there (maybe a little something that makes your home more fairy-like), Sam is more than willing to carry it for you if you get tired carrying it for the how many hours you wander around the Con

[kerizaret]

keri hello, just passing thru :) i hope your day is going ok!

Hii kota hope yours is also nice!

Mine's pretty good! Mostly lazy.. Didnt really feel like doing anything ^^ esp since its hot out. My sister came back from camp and got to play a game I got her for her bday and is happy with it so I'm glad about that :D also ate cake for that occasion :3 yum

I managed to pull tsks from his new event on jp today (to rejoin rui i got a few days ago) so yay! And also got to read a short v wholesome one-shot of a friend I reconnected with and they looked through my hinamatsuri au and liked it so that made me happy too :) and rn was sitting making a little bit of progress on the next comic for that (it's taking me ages for some reason n its not even that long...)

I did just get a call with, amongst others, a request that stressed me out a bit bc it's smth I'm not used to and unsure about but I'm thinking of giving it a try anyway? It sounds worth a shot at least chhhd

But overall it was nice! Hope it's the same for you ^^

[idontknownothin]

13 books tag game - tagged by @anyboli (thanks!)

1) Last book I read:

I've recently abandoned a couple books without finishing them, so the last book I actually read was Wool by Hugh Howey. It was good! I've heard not everyone loves the sequels so I'm in no hurry to continue the series, but I might someday.

2) A book I recommend:

The Golem and the Jinni by Helene Wecker. Such an amazing book, absolutely killer period-piece historical fantasy, it's got a masterless golem finding purpose, it's got immigrant metaphors and literal immigrants, it's got romance, it's got mysteries, it's got baking, it's everything and you should read it.

3) A book that I couldn’t put down:

In recent memory, what comes to mind is Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir. Did you like The Martian? Would you like more of The Martian? Great news, friend. Scratches the same "how do I fix this problem with these limited resources" itch without feeling like a lazy retread of his first book.

4) A book I’ve read twice (or more)

A Closed and Common Orbit by Becky Chambers. Loosely connected sequel to Chambers' The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet, this book narrows its cast to focus in on two characters. I've heard some people say Small, Angry Planet was a little too cozy for them, in which case I would recommend they give A Closed and Common Orbit a shot.

5) A book on my TBR

What Feasts at Night by T. Kingfisher. I picked it up on a whim at a bookstore and I'm excited to get to it - I really enjoyed What Moves the Dead.

6) A book I’ve put down

The Blacktongue Thief by Christopher Buehiman. Not a bad book, I enjoyed what I read of it, I just kind of lost interest in the back half.

7) A book on my wish list

Alien Clay by Adrian Tchaikovsky. I don't think it's out in the U.S. yet, but I'll give anything by this guy a shot.

8) A favourite book from childhood

The Dark Lord of Derkholm by Diana Wynne Jones. Obsessed with this book as a kid, and it still holds up on more recent rereads. Check it out if you haven't already!

9) A book you would give a friend

Sabriel by Garth Nix. This book and its sequels are possibly the most underappreciated fantasy books I can think of. I cannot praise Sabriel, Lirael, and Abhorsen enough. The fandoms for these books should be massive, there should've been a bad movie in the 2000's and a critically acclaimed big-budget streaming show in the 2020's, ComicCons should be brimming with bell bandoliers and glow-in-the-dark charter marks, I don't know why none of this is true but here we are.

10) The most books you own by a single author

That would be my boy Brando Sando. I don't own all his books by a longshot, but I think I have almost 20 of them which makes him the clear winner. Robert Jordan, Garth Nix and Becky Chambers are probably all tied for second place.

11) A nonfiction book you own

I will never, ever pass up an opportunity to talk about How to Invent Everything by Ryan North (the Dinosaur Comics / Squirrel Girl / Got Stuck in a Hole with his Dog guy). Ostensibly a book written in the future for time travelers to use in the event they are stranded in the past, this book walks you through the steps you need to rebuild civilization from the ground up, from farming to animal domestication to basic medicine to smelting, power generation, math, navigation, engineering, chemistry and literally even computer science.

The wildest part? This book is a riot. It is as entertaining as it is interesting. If you only read one non-fiction book for pleasure, make it this one.

12) what are you currently reading

The Ministry for the Future by Kim Stanley Robinson. A near-future climate science geopolitical novel, it's not an easy read and I'm not sure I'll finish it. It is quite good though.

13) what are you planning on reading next?

As mentioned above, probably going to jump into What Feasts at Night when I'm done with Ministry for the Future. It'll be nice to have something short and spooky instead of long, dense and existential!

No pressure tags: @sherpawhale, @melavixen, @analysethisinkblot, @shadowsofselfdoubt and also just anyone who sees this, I would honestly be tickled pink if you did this and let me know!

[caw-rky]

Dungeons and ponies

(Disclaimer : There is a lot of reading here but there is also drawings, the drawings are lower in the post so don't hesitate to jump straight to it to avoid the blabbering) Since uni is kicking my behind (well, that and a good old bad cold), I put a hiatus on Shuffled (and have been for a while already). But that's not the subject of this post ! So, Dungeons and Dragons ! The most known system of roleplay than most fan of the genre have played at least once, right ? Not me. I have only played homemade systems since before I could read. But I am a big fan of DnD redesigns and love memes so, what did I do after watching some redesigns on youtube? Well, of course, I drew the pillars ! And since I can't do anything simply, I linked them all to two classes and made a few indications for stats and an idea for a small system to represent the elements. So a few explainations then drawings ! Each pillars are linked to 2 classes (I also have ideas for the mane 6 (7?) but I haven't drawn them yet, dunno if I will) depending of their stories (in the serie and in the comics) and what I felt like doing. Each pillars are linked to a "virtue", virtues are pretty much the equivalent of the elements but there is seven of them and are made to be "usable" for both generation. The concept of virtue is : each virtue corresponds to an ability (for example : faith would rise the critical sucess rate for difficult actions). A virtue being in a party will act on all members of it, having multiple time a virtue will reinforce its effect (two faith would lower the failure rate necessary for an action to be thought as difficult for example) and different virtues would stack on the party (if you have a faith and a diligence, both effects will act on the whole party). If you have six or more of the different virtue, once by session you could use the friendship rainbow lazer. For the stats, since I'm too lazy to try and figure out what level everypony would have, searching how exp works and all, instead there are 5 level existing : low-, low, medium, high, high+. low- is you are pretty much unable to do anything using this stat. Low is lower than the average adult pony. Medium is average. High is higher than average. High+ is "hello I'm pretty much a genius in this field". The pillars have a mean to medium where the mane 6 (and Stygian) would have a mean at low. Now drawings !

Starswirl is a wizard (pretty obvious why) and a bloodhunter ! To make a very gross summary a bloodhunter is someone who used pretty... unsavory rituals to achieve very powerful blood-related magic (generally in the goal of beating up bad guys). In this, I consider than Starswirl became one to reach stronger magics to fight against the monsters who roam during their times (that far before even meeting the alicorn sisters). I also imagine him now half regretting his choice but also being of the mind of "better me than someone else". His virtue is curiosity. (Also a thing I thought while thinking about it (I will try to keep it short) : isn't it funny than he thought than Stygian was trying to steal the power of the pillars but his last spell, when corrected, allows the caster to reach alicornhood by using the power of 5 other individuals? Imagine the twist it would have been if Starswirl had originally made the spell to become an alicorn (and so immortal) and planned to put the rest of the pillars in limbo until finding a way to make them immortal too to "protect equestria forever". Like, Stygian would have been silent and shocked cause he was in fact sent by Starswirl to make preparatory diagnostics check-up but was thrown under the bus when some of the pillars realized their missing stuff. (Funnily enough, seeing how high in society Starswirl was, even if he planned to keep Stygian, it would have been easy for him to get guards to capture him back so it would barely be annoying for him to have to let Stygian run off). Like during part of the finale, everyone thinks the problem is Stygian taking the artifacts for one thing or another and then you learn than Stygian thought he was allowed since Starswirl asked him to do it and accepted the shadows due to feeling betrayed (possibly even accepting them to escape Starswirl). And I'm beginning to spiral in possibilities soooo next character ! (also, link of the wizard reference : https://www.lolailo.co.uk/ravenloft-chapter-fourty-four-the-journey-back-to-an-illusion/ )

Rockhoof is a paladin (of the Mighty Helm) and a barbarian ! And his dexterity is low due to a certain episode and charisma has ended up low cause it was the only thing I could lower when I realized his mean was high. His virtue is diligence ! And ref of the viking palading : https://www.deviantart.com/rathnos/art/Ziggeroy-The-Viking-Paladin-or-Vikadin-563177921 .

Mistmane is a sorcerer (cause her magic is too important for her to not have a magic related class and I thought than wizard was better for Starswirl) and a druid (before thinking for this, I hadn't fully realized how much she is linked to plants). Her virtue is charity ! And old ponies are hard to draw x'DD

Somnambula is a bard and a monk ! And I tried two color palets cause I wondered how she would look with Ankha's color palet. Her virtue is Faith !

Meadowbrook is an artificer (mainly for the potion making) and ranger (partially cause Mistmane already had the bard part and also because, Meadowbrook doesn't really have the link with animals and plants I generally imagine druids having? If that makes sense?). Her virtue is Mercy !

Flash Magnus is a fighter (I originally thought to make him a paladin before thinking than Paladin of The Mighty Helm sounded too good to pass) and a rogue (originally cause I thought it funny since his "elemental descendant" is the element of loyalty) ! His virtue is Bravery (yes, I know, imagination 10/10)

Stygian is a Cleric (just thought it would be cool for him to have become it to help the pillars) and a Warlock (pretty obvious that one). Yes I imagine him having two patrons pretty much opposite. Just cause I think it would make for very funny interactions with Stygian and both patrons. His virtue is caution. I tried to make the post veeeeeeery quick and short so plz don't hesitate to send ask if interested in this xDD May do the mane 6 and/or young 6 one day. Or not. Idk yet? Will take a while either way so have a nice daaaay !

[gen9k-personal-posts]

Stop Normalizing Misinformation

This isn't a political post or anything despite it being relatable to politics. All I'm asking is that you all stop fucking misinforming everyone with your childish autistic bullshit. Look, if you're gonna use someone's au for something, get the facts straight, don't be a disrespectful little dickhead and make their au something it's not. Normalizing misinforming the community is fucking dumb and is a part of the reason other people look down on the Undertale fandom. I mean, I don't care if you make an au or alternate timeline but at least make it obvious instead of making these poorly written trash comics and shit where the characters are NOTHING like their actual selves and then claim "It's not the same character" because you were too lazy to read a short fucking post about the character. This has gone on for years and the quality of au's keep dropping, why does 90% of the art community have no real creativity, I mean yeah you can depict your characters but where's the substance to lore, where's the effort in the story writing, being lazy when creating something you're taking so much time out for dooms it to be bad, and the only thing holding up these au's like Alphatale, DustDust, Godverse, etc. is the fact that good au's are hard to come by so the bar is lower, that and the art, that's it. Hell, earlier today I saw a cowboy ass sans with a binary whip and an ink vial that had the Abyss gem on top. In the comic he was in a one v one with Error who was watered down hard, then tried to use the vial to summon Ink while Errors over here pissing himself like a coward. As if Error isn't infinitely stronger and as if Ink isn't weak as shit. What's worse is how toxic and touchy people are over it. I pointed out that Ink's ridiculously weaker than Error so I was confused as to why he was scared, especially because they never met. I got a smartass comment then a block. I wasn't even mean about it, like seriously? My point being y'all need to get your shit straight because otherwise I really think you don't deserve to be making au's. Just stick to your own characters or at least show some respect to creators by not creating a false public image of their au's. Y'all already drove Underswaps creator out of the fandom years ago with this BS, that's one of many. Just cut it out.

[paullovescomics]

I've heard a few people say that now that the MCU has a multiverse, character deaths don't mean anything because they can just go get another version of that character from another universe. That kind of makes sense, especially when you conflate actor and character. However, it just occurred to me that I can't recall a single instance of the comics doing that, even though the comics have been using the multiverse idea since the 1960s.

Look at some of the longest-lasting deaths in comics, like (Marvel's) Captain Marvel or Jason Todd. Jason eventually came back, but it had nothing to do with the multiverse. I don't even remember fans saying "just bring in another one from another Earth". I don't remember ever imagining that to be an option. In the comics, these alternate Earths are always presented as their own complete worlds, with their own relationships and histories. Why would an alternate Jason Todd choose to leave his whole world behind to be his multiversal doppelganger 's replacement? What hero would be selfish enough to ask him to?

That question is not addressed in the Deadpool versus Wolverine movie, but there is an pretty obvious answer. The alternate Wolverine who moves to Deadpool's world had a shitty life in their home dimension, and they were constantly reminded of their greatest shame and failure. None of the other Wolverines seem to want to go. (Deadpool would be selfish enough to ask, but here his main motivation was to save other people.)

Also in the comics, the other Earths are always demonstrably different. You'd never get "the same" character from another Earth. That's not even getting into would it feel the same to the other characters, would it feel disrespectful to the "original" version, are you reducing human beings to mere roles, all those sorts of questions.

Another factor is that the multiverse was introduced in comics to explain why some characters were now different. Howcome the Flash looks different, and is an entirely different guy with a different origin from the one whose series was cancelled a few years ago? Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman haven't changed. (Their series hadn't been cancelled.) Oh, well, that's because multiverse. The "replacement" had already happened, but it was not a one-to-one swap.

The one example of a character moving from one universe to another that I can remember is the Pre-Crisis Earth-1 Black Canary. Black Canary had been around during the (real life) 1940s. I don't remember which series her adventures were published in (Golden Age comics all operated like short story magazines: One longer feature and several shorter ones, very often featuring different lead characters). At some point well after the difference between Earth-1 and Earth-2 had been established, Black Canary started appearing in the regular (Earth-1) comics. But why ain't she old? Well, she's actually the daughter of the original, but moved from one Earth to another. (I don't remember the details of the move and I'm too lazy to look them up rn.) So again, an explanation for something that had already happened, and not a replacement-for-a-dead-character in the way that is being imagined for the MCU. The original Black Canary had been absent from the comics long enough that most readers weren't even aware of her, and the Earth-1 characters in the story weren't, either.

[three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat]

sorry for hopping into ur ask box i jst dont wanna clog peoples dashs lmao. anyways AUAUAAA thats. :/ albw and alttp are different incarnations in the same hyrule what....... a big reason i havent gotten into LU is because it feels like it reduces the links to extremely specific personality types (like. sksw is the sweet one and time is the stern one and wind is childish and so on and so forth) and while thats not, like, terrible, it does permeate SO MUCH fanon content that it gets a little :[ sometimes. sky is the one that bothers me the most bc if u play past the beginning and watch his dialogue he actually gets more and more like, short and snappy and weary which makes sense bc it is a 38 hour game and his childhood friend tells him he wont see her until he fulfills a destiny he did not pursue so ofc hes DRAGGING himself thru it but !! no one thinks of that they just kinda use the LU char and thats that. idk i certainly hold no ill will to the creator or fans or anythin like that i jst wish one persons interpretation(s) didnt overshadow everyone elses ................. also i know bonus links but what were thos other ones u named !!!!!!?!

YEAH they are very much different links but I guess jojo (the creator) didn't want to deal with another character? None of the other links are combo'ed as far as I'm aware (except for maybe four? I'm not sure if he's supposed to just be mc/fs or if he's supposed to be fsa too)

Yeah they really are reduced down to very little :/ especially in fanon sometimes. notable example include: legend as the snarky/mean/broody/angsty one, sky as a sleepy soft boy, time as the responsible/parental one, etc etc. I have many many problems with this but ESPECIALLY with sky because I am incapable of being normal about anything in that game like. He's not? He's really not? 10 minutes into the game you get "nice hair" and um. I don't know how to break this to you but um. HE SAYS THINGS LIKE THIS A LOT. There's just... everything with Scrapper ("not that guy") and also.

Yeah. I think it's safe to say that he's very willing to fuck with people. (And the chandelier breaking and just-- yeah)

(I could refute the sleepy part too but then I would probably write a whole rant about how he's really not and also how it's unfair to him because he would be the "lazy" one and uhhh I can't say anything else bc I'll just work myself up)

Honestly just as an au in general its not THAT great. I would put it solidly in the "it's okay" category so it's really NOT deserving of how it's taken over EVERYTHING (fun fact-- have you ever tried to look up loz fics on ao3? Well if you haven't, ITS INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT TO FILTER IT ALL OUT. botw and lu fics SOLIDLY dominate a good portion of all the fics and-- man I just wanted to read some link's awakening stuff). Everywhere I go, I see lu names on posts that are not lu (there's using it once as a distinguisher but there comes a point when it's obvious that's not why you're doing it), and if you look up fics with more than one link in them you WILL get lu names and characterization even when explicitly stated to not be lu. Also, and correct me if I'm wrong, but. The hero titles? I'm pretty sure those don't exist (beyond hero of time, which seems to be a general thing), except MAYBE in the context of the names of the clothes you can get in botw with amiibo so like. Bad excuse, buddy

Anyway sorry for ranting I. Did not mean to do that. The other aus I mentioned are @/linked-maze and @/ageless-soul-au. The first is a comic, the other is a fic (which does bear some resemblances with lu at first glance but uh-- yeah it's not (if the alttp and albw combo bugs you a lot they do the same thing). Certainly not my favorite but its not bad)

[livingwithmbc]

Living with Metastatic Breast Cancer (MBC)

The past few years have been rocky to put it mildly, not just as a nation or planet, but also personally.

I'm creating this space to share periodic updates and glimpses into what it's like living with metastatic breast cancer (referred to as MBC going forward because I'm lazy and don't like typing it every time) and whatever else I feel like. I don't promise to post consistently, only as I find it helpful and have the time and energy. I do, however, promise to be real, honest, crass, and vulnerable about my experiences. I curse like a sailor and if that isn't for you, no hard feelings, but this may not be the space for you, and that's perfectly okay. I don't particularly enjoy writing, nor am I great at it, but I recognize its value and how cathartic it can be. I've always been a naturally private person as I enjoy my quiet life, but there's nothing private about having BC. Appointment after I'm appointment I remove my shirt and bra as it seems like just about every medical professional needs to feel my breast lump. Just as cancer has invaded my breast, medical traumas began invading my life. Privacy seems almost comical these days, and I was living in denial while thinking I could do this all on my own without needing the support of my friends and family. I was very wrong. I didn't (and still don't) want pity from others. Life never promised to be fair. We don't choose the cards life deals us, but it's up to us to play the hell out of those cards, and I've got a killer poker face. So ask me the questions and I'll respond when I can. This is not a journey in which it's helpful to go it alone and if anything, it's detrimental to try. Something else noteworthy is that I have ADHD (thanks, dad!). As someone with ADHD, my brain jumps around. A lot. This is evident when talking with me but also in my writing as well. Bear with me and welcome to the shitshow.

For those of you that don't know me well (or perhaps at all), I turned 33 last month and work as a mental health counselor in Indiana. I've been married to my saint of a spouse for just shy of a decade and he's been my rock. In 2020, I was gearing up to graduate with my master's in clinical mental health counseling with plans to begin our family shortly thereafter. Unfortunately, the universe had other plans.

During the summer of 2020, my spouse was diagnosed with non-Hodgkins Lymphoma at age 30, after being short of breath for no clear reason, and being gaslit by medical professionals for several months about not feeling well. To say this was a shock was an understatement. Only old people get cancer, I thought, not seemingly healthy and active 30-year-olds. Our plans to begin trying to conceive were temporarily tabled as the focus shifted to my husband's health. I was devastated but chanted the mantra, "this too shall pass". We were told we had to wait at least 2 years to try to have kids due to the intense medications and treatments he was on. He spent months doing aggressive rounds of chemo, all while working almost full time. To say he's my hero would be putting it mildly. It's been about 2 years since his diagnosis and I'm thrilled to report he's still in remission!

Fast forward to early 2022. I noticed some dimpling under one of my breasts, but genuinely didn't think too much of it. Historically speaking, I've never been an overly anxious person, and typically don't worry much until there's truly something to worry about. My spouse encouraged me to schedule an appointment ASAP (he's the worrier). I already had an OB appointment upcoming so I planned to discuss the dimpling then as my neurodivergent brain couldn't handle making more phone calls for appointments and things. Unfortunately, the doctor felt a lump (I couldn't) and the ensuing weeks and months would prove to be an overwhelming whirlwind of fears, appointments, and uncertainties.

I like to think I have a good sense of humor, even if it's dark (I'd argue you have to have dark humor to survive in the mental health field). On Friday the 13th of May I was told my breast biopsy confirmed the worst: I have invasive ductile carcinoma. Jason was nowhere in sight but I would have been more accepting of his existence than me having cancer. I'll never forget the look of pity on the nurse's face delivering that news. I could tell she was going out of her way to try and make me feel better about the diagnosis, saying things along the lines of, "it was caught early, you won't die. You'll be fine." I remember taking the news surprisingly well and not being too phased by it. "I'm going to kick cancer's ass," I thought. I'm stubbornly determined when I set my mind to a task and cancer was no different in my mind. Mind over matter, as they say. Hell, I was even given a BC swag bag on my way out the door. I quickly got scheduled with an oncologist who set up scans, blood draws, the whole gambit. Getting breast cancer at 32 was jarring for the medical providers around me given that I have no family history of breast cancer. Genetic testing was order and I learned that I have an ATM genetic mutation, pre-disposing me to breast cancer and a handful of other cancers. The results were bittersweet as it provided answers to the "why" of cancer early in life, but shifted the initial surgery treatment plan to opting for a double mastectomy. I was generally still in high spirits, and made light of it all, joking about getting a shiny new rack as a silver lining of a shitty situation. When life gives you lemons, make tittyaide, I said. As scan results began to roll in, the plan abruptly shifted. A suspicious spot was found on my sternum and a biopsy confirmed the worst: the cancer had already spread to my sternum, meaning I was now dealing with stage 4 metastatic breast cancer, a completely different beast than when BC is caught early. Surgery got cancelled and starting endocrine therapy ASAP was the new plan to try and shrink the tumors. I had no idea that multiple types of BC exist, all with different treatment implications. My specific type is ER/PR+, HER2-, meaning, my cancer feeds off my hormones. The treatment? Reduce the estrogen in my body as quickly as possible and transition me into menopause, thus stifling the cancer's fuel source. In all this scary news, the thing I mourned the deepest (and still do) is the uphill journey I will face to becoming a mom. Chemo made my spouse sterile and I am unable to carry a pregnancy as I cannot stop treatment long enough to sustain a pregnancy. People mean well when they offer comments like, "you can adopt!" but I'm here to tell you how painful and invalidating that response is. There is lifelong grief associated with infertility for those that want biological children. Even if we are able to pursue foster to adoption (the only "affordable" option to becoming a parent), I will always grieve not getting the experience of being pregnant and having biological kids. As cliché as it is, it's true that you don't always realize how badly you want something until it's no longer an option.

MBC, unlike early onset BC, is considered incurable. It's not an instant death sentence, but any doctor will let you know that it's essentially terminal, meaning it's a slow death. Living with MBC is a very, very different experience as there is no end in sight unlike many other cancer experiences. I will be in treatment for the rest of my life. The statistics for long-term survival aren't great, but I know I'm much more than a statistic. My goal is to live the most fulfilling life I can for as long as I can, and I hope that means I'll be around for a very long time. There's nothing like the threat of dying to make you appreciate each and every day, including the people in your life, the jobs, the pets, nature, etc. I believe maintaining a positive mindset while looking for learning opportunities is so important in overcoming any obstacles in life and I am so incredibly thankful for all those that have shown their love and support. If you read all of my ramblings, thank you for your patience. Take time to appreciate and express gratitude for the good things in your life. No matter how bad the circumstances may be, there is always something to be grateful for. <3

[charliethecandyeater]

💛🖤💛🖤💛🖤

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Now Stanley wasn't the jumpy type. He had seen many strange things, had lived through many different scenarios to not be as startled by traditional scary things. It was simply a fact of life that eventually he was going to have his ass handed to him in a variety of horrifying ways. Do some things still scare them? Yes. Stanley was only human. At least they'd like to think so.

Stanley was not the jumpy type.

But even so, seeing a person appear out of thin air only to blink out of existence just as suddenly did tend to make your fight or flight instincts jump into overdrive, at least for that split second.

And how that split second could change you, at least in some small part. Stanley didn't think they could go back to how it was before, not with how amazing this felt. Sturdy arms wrapped around the thin waist of this new addition to the parable. Both nodding off to sleep in the employee lounge, sitting comfortably on one of the older blue couches as The Narrator droned on and on about a new ending idea. Or something of the like, Stanley wasn't paying attention.

It was a relatively normal run. Uneventful even. Stanley was too mentally tired to be the shit gremlin he usually was, and The Narrator was meandering along almost lazily with his beloved story. A break was probably in order. Stanley and The Narrator were proceeding through the story as normally as they could, having finally made it to the Boss's office. The Narrator was once again on one of it's long-winded over exaggerated speeches, and Stanley was leaning casually on his boss's desk, waiting for said Narrator to hush for a second so they could enjoy the room.

It was definitely a lazy run. Both parties seemed to be winding down, an unspoken exhaustion slowing them both. Never minding the fact that it made Stanley confused about their own body, they thought they couldn't even get tired.

The Narrator sighed, finally nearing the end of his rather lengthy speech, when it happened.

*pop*

They appeared in the middle of the room with a startled shout. Their red hair hung messily in front of their face, pale green eyes darting around in an almost pure panic. The short stranger all but collapses to the ground, knees failing to hold their own weight, and Stanley has the strongest urge to catch them. Their eyes met as Stanley begins to move. And with a startled curse from the other's lips, they're gone just as quickly.

*pop*

Just like that.

Neither Stanley or The Narrator can say anything. For the next couple seconds they were too startled to do anything. That was completely unexpected after all. Stanley physically jumps however as he hears an angry shout of "FUUUUUCK" echo throughout the building, extremely muffled as it may be. It was honestly comical in a weird sort of way.

After quite a while, The Narrator tried to speak. His voice seems to have risen an octave. "Ahhh... Ummm.." He didn't know what to say. Really, what could you say after that?

"Well Stanley, that was... A thing? I suppose?"

Stanley's hands flew up almost immediately, frantically signing to the only other known interactable entity up till that point.

'WHO EXACTLY WAS THAT?!'

"Well I, I'm not entirely sure!" The narrator stuttered. He truly sounded confused. "Maybe one of Mariella's little friends? Perhaps The Curator is working on a new asset or-?"

'Why the fuck are there so many people that I don't get to interact with??' And really, that's a good point.

"Stanley please calm down, I can't understand you when you move your hands that fast!" The Voice chided, sounding very overwhelmed.

The two stayed quiet for a minute, trying to digest what they had just seen. And damn it, they really tried. Apparently The Narrator even tried to find the source code of whoever that was in the game, but to no avail.

Before Stanley could say anything else, Narrator decided that they should continue on with their story as planned. Probably trying to distract himself from this new unknown thing that he had no control over. Avoiding the issue altogether, which always leads to everything turning out right in the end.

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He never expected to see the redhead again. Hell, Stanley almost convinced themselves that they never really saw it, that it was just some type of weird glitch in the parable that somehow resembled a mildly attractive petite person. With fiery red hair and pale Jade eyes.

Never did get a good enough look at them to notice anything else though. Stanley felt a little bummed about that. Not the "not noticing anything else" part, the "not meeting them ever again" part.

Three successful runs after that, and still not another sign of that strange person. The Narrator expressed its thoughts on the situation once or twice, still entirely confused as to how the other person managed to get in. Or did they get in? Were they always in?

The world finally faded back in from an unusual reset. Stanley had somehow managed to soft lock the game at the red and blue doors, only heaven knows how the hell he did that. Stanley's eyes opened and were once again greeted with the sight of his trusty computer. His trusty, bland, boring computer.

Truthfully, Stanley wasn't that fond of being stuck at a cubicle pushing buttons for all of eternity. Now admittedly, it was an easy job, one that Stanley could honestly take or leave. But to do this for the rest of eternity? No, Stanley would rather not.

*pop*

"OOOF"

Stanley nearly flew out of his seat, flinching at the loud noise. The sound of something heavy falling over and crashing into other things echoed throughout the office. Stanley felt a rush of excitement flow through his chest. Stumbling out of his office determined to find out whatever that was, only to trip rather embarrassingly over his own feet and land harshly on the ground. His chin banged against the floor, teeth slamming together painfully, the musty carpet doing nothing to cushion the fall. Ow.

It was a blunt pain, and it really took him the second to get his bearings. It also took him a second to realize the hands touching him weren't his own.

"OH NO, I'M SORRY, I'M REALLYREALLYREALLY SORRY DON'T BE MAD!!" They yelled, speaking almost too quickly to be understood. Stanley groaned as he sat up, eyes refocusing a bit too slow.

The first thing they noticed was that firey red hair, shoulder length and pulled back into a very messy ponytail. The few strands that had managed to escape hanging messily in front of those familiar pale green eyes, hidden behind a pair of wire frames glasses.

"ARE YOU HURT? I'm really really sorry I DIDN'T MEAN TO, I can't really CONTROL IT, I DIDN'T MEAN TO KNOCK THINGS OVER-" the redhead continued, pale tiny hands frantically patting down Stanley and straightening out any wrinkles in his shirt. It took Stanley's mind a moment to catch up to them, but when it did, Stanley grabbed the stranger's hands to get them to stop. Stanley's grip was gentle enough, they didn't want to hurt the stranger.

Whoever they were, it seems like they were scared of every little thing in the office. The moment Stanley grabbed their hands they froze, eyes wide with fear. "Oh no oh no oh shIt," they started rambling again, thick cockney accent rolling off their tongue so beautifully. "I'm so so sorry, I'm touching too much, I'm sorry I-"

"Well there now, slow down!" The Narrator finally spoke, having overcome it's own shock. The stranger looked around in a frantic panic, not thinking as they latched on to Stanley's arm.

Stanley jerked back, the sudden action startling them.

"Hey, it's all right!" The narrator spoke again, this time with a gentler tone. "It's okay, we're not going to hurt you. Just slow down and tell us who you are." Stanley watched as the other person tightened their grip on his arm, trembling and shaking their head.

"Can't slow down can't slow down, no no, I'll go back any second, any second now I CAN'T slow down."

Stanley watched as the stranger tried to calm themselves, rocking back and forth still latched onto their arm. They looked so scared. Stanley lifted his free hand to gently grip the others shoulder, lifting them up to look at him.

Stanley patted the other's shoulder reassuringly, thumb rubbing small comforting circles, before lifting his hand away and bringing it up to his own chest. He inhaled as he did so, holding it as he kept his hand in place. The stranger seemed to understand well enough, letting loose a string of "oh okays" before inhaling themselves and holding their breath. Stanley waited 3 seconds before turning his hand down and exhaling slowly, lowering his hand as he did so. The other followed suit, mimicking Stanley's actions to the best of their abilities.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

They did that several more times before the stranger finally began to calm down. They were still shaking, and nervous, but they were a little bit more understandable now.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just, i... Uggh. Whooooh man." The other let out a strangled sob before collapsing on to Stanley's arm once again, burying their face in the crook of his neck. This earned quite a shocked sound from The Narrator, who thankfully decided to keep quiet during all of this. Stanley turned their eyes towards the ceiling, hands moving to sign out a quick 'What do I do?'

He tried to ignore the raging blush on his face. So much physical contact after so long with nothing was a little bit too much to deal with. The stranger had their arms wrapped around Stanley like they were a lifeline. The office worker really couldn't help but return the hug, broad hands rubbing reassuring circles in the other's back.

Eventually The Narrator spoke again, keeping his voice very soft.

"If you don't mind me asking, where did you come from?"

The stranger jerked before looking at Stanley, earning a pointed look up from the other man. The stranger looked up towards the ceiling, pulling Stanley closer to them as they spoke.

"I think I was in the settings, maybe, yes I think?" They spoke quickly, playing with the collar of Stanley's shirt. "I've been trying to get out for so long, I don't know how long, it's been so long."

Stanley nudged the other, signing slowly. 'What's your name?'

The redhead furrowed their brow as they watched. They quickly shook their head. "I'm sorry Mr, I don't know what that means."

"Ah," The Narrator spoke again. "They asked who you were? 'What's your name' specifically." It still kept that same gentle tone, bless it.

"I really don't think I have one, I think, maybe? I remember something about 432, but that's a number, not a name. I kind of made up a whole bunch of names for myself, I don't think most of them are good." They didn't miss a beat as they spoke again, all with that same quick pace. One of their hands finally had unlatched itself from Stanley's body and instead found its way to the other's hand, fingers interlocking as they spoke. "Your hands are really big, mister."

Stanley couldn't help the smile that found its way to his face, along with the deepening blush. They simply giggled as the other continued to play with their fingers, still talking at the speed of light.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry 'bout this, the whole crashing into you thing. It's so weird, it's really weird." He pauses midway to take a small breath. "You feel so warm, is that normal? I don't know if that's normal, is it normal? Am I warm? This feels weird."

The poor thing. Stanley couldn't help but hold on a little tighter to The stranger. They looked so scared. Stanley gave the ceiling a pleading look. 'They still look scared, can we go to the employee lounge?' he thought, nudging the person in his arms.

The Narrator hummed as he was allowed to read Stanley's thoughts. This was a very strange run already, and he doubted they could continue on with his story like they should. Of course, The Narrator fought every instinct in his body to just do away with the stranger and continue the story as normal, but that would be inhumane. Not to mention very rude, and The Narrator would like to think that he wasn't a complete bastard.

"I like the name Lance." The stranger said, their voice strangely calm. They snuggled deeper into Stanley's side. "It's one of the names I made up, I saw it on a piece of paper and I liked it."

Stanley smiled as The Narrator spoke again.

"Well that truly is a beautiful name. Lance." He said, testing the name on his tongue. "Lance. Lllllllaaaance. Hmmm. Well that is a good name, isn't it Stanley? Exceptionally good! What a wonderful name you've chosen. Now... Mr? Mrs? I don't know how to address you, but-"

"Oh, I'm a guy!"

"Oh, right, thank you." He clears his throat. "Now Mr Lance, I know we're probably limited on time, but would you like to join me and my protagonist? You should at least be able to walk around the halls for a little bit, and I'm sure Stanley wouldn't mind the company?"

"Join you where? Where are we going?" Lance asked innocently as Stanley slowly, gently, helped him to his feet. His knees wobbled unsteadily, and Stanley had to hook an arm around his waist to keep him from falling back down.

"Oh, it's not that far of a walk really." The Narrator continued, voice still gentle as ever. "A short distance from here is the employee lounge! There's several couches you both can relax on. I highly doubt that floor is very comfortable."

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And so there they were. Both Stanley and Lance had traveled the relatively short distance to the employee lounge with little to no issues. They both sat down, got comfortable, and simply listened while The Narrator started going on another tangent about adding new branching pathways from the story. Lance didn't seem to understand half of it, which was understandable. They had been stuck in the settings menu for... Well time was irrelevant here.

And while normally Stanley would be ecstatic about having anything new involving the stories his Narrator always came up with, he was a lot more interested in his new friend.

New friend. That felt strange. Having anyone other than The Narrator felt strange. Different. Welcomed, obviously. Greatly appreciated. Just different. A type of different Stanley could get behind.

They watched as Lance cuddled closer to them, still latched on to their damn arm like no tomorrow. He was cute, Stanley decided. Like a cute little kitten. A kitten that could teleport.

Of course, all good things eventually have to come to an end.

It happened so suddenly, just like it had before. And Lance was so close to being asleep too, pulled in by The Narrator's rumbly velvety voice, and the warmth of Stanley's sturdy body. Then.

*Pop*

Stanley's eyes flew wide open, the sudden lack of warmth shocking them, like having the blankets pulled harshly away from you. The Narrator had finally stopped talking too, his voice having caught in his throat. And just like before, they heard an echo of muffled far away curses being shouted from the void.

'Hell I'd be pissed too.' Stanley thought bitterly, cursing whatever Force took his new friend away.

The Narrator sighed solemnly. "Well, I'm sorry stanley, but it seems like he had to go." The Narrator caught his words as he stuttered. "Oh dear, that sounded so final! Oh dear, oh dear, Stanley, understand he's not dead!" He says with urgency, clearly overthinking it. It was kinda funny.

Stanley nonchalantly waved their hand at the ceiling. 'Don't worry, I understand.'

Stanley blinked as the world faded to black. Apparently The Narrator had manually reset again. That's fine.

Stanley was back at his desk, eyes opening were once again greeted by the sight of his trusty computer. His trusty, bland, boring...

Wait.

Stanley smiled, noticing the text written out on the monitor was different than it had been all the other times. Hell, I completely different tab was opened, Stanley was sure of this. He never used the messages application because there was nobody to message. And yet, on the screen, plain as day, there it was.

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Redboy: [thank you]

Redboy: [we can hang out again yeah?]

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What a darling. Stanley typed in a few words before standing up, and walking out of his office.

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Redboy: [Thank you]

Redboy: [we can hang out again yeah?]

Standeman: [Anytime you want.]

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[hqcult]

PERFECT ## oikawa tooru

the air of perfection surrounding you makes him sick. you're worse than the geniuses he hates

. tw misogny, predatory behavior, smut, noncon/dubcon, slight dacryphilia, corruption kink, fingering . wc 1.2k

before his flight to argentina in a few months, oikawa made it a hobby to swing by his alma mater. 

iwa's too busy and he can't possibly bother his best friend when he's working so hard in college. so oikawa tooru goes alone. sometimes, he comes in early while the team's still there. maybe he'll even join matches for fun — coach irihata still has a soft spot for him, apparently. 

but most of the time he comes when the gym is empty; when there's an absence of the squeaking shoes and the ricocheting balls. it never fails to make his heart swell in nostalgia. ah, how he’ll miss this place terribly once he moves to argentina. 

something did change, though. 

oikawa wouldn't call it drastic but the first time he crashed their practice, he was all but pleasantly surprised to see the new aoba johsai manager. 

you were a pretty thing and the boys adore you a lot. you didn't look the type to apply as manager just to score an athlete boyfriend nor did you seem to have any other objective other than taking care of the team. oikawa can say as much because he could see how the new captain looks at you and the way you purposely try to keep things platonic. friendly. you don't let yahaba, or anyone in the team, go the extra mile for you.

and the fact that you can miraculously keep kyoutani in check is the cherry on top. while the said player is still rough around the edges, he learned how to listen to you and the last time kyoutani ever listened to anyone was months ago, when iwaizumi was still in the team. 

team morale is high when you're there to support them on the sidelines. in your white and turquoise tracksuit yet still managing to look attractive. yahaba's got quite the patience, if oikawa do say so himself. 

you were like some sort of goddess to them. it's sickening how dewy-eyed his ex-teammates would get whenever you smile and hand them their water bottles. it was too good to be true. you were too good to be true. there has got to be some sort of conspiracy behind this whole ordeal. 

"oikawa-san, i didn't think you'd be here at this hour."

he turns around at the sound of your voice. there you stood in casual clothes, hair tied up and face bare. with the harsh angles the moonlight created together with the poor lighting of the gym, you look normal. not an air of that perfection he’s always seen circulating around you. 

"how did you get in? only yahaba and i have the keys."

you saunter closer and it wasn't a wise move on your part. while you have aoba johsai as the same denominator, the alumnus was still practically a stranger. quick exchanges of acknowledgments aren't exactly sufficient to get to know someone. let alone be friends with. but you never once thought any of that. how naive.

he smiles as you finally stood next to him. you can't help the slight dread pool in your stomach at the sight of it. with his tall lean frame that can easily overpower you, the smile looked more ominous than friendly. 

"bold of you to assume i gave the keys back. why do you think shigeru had to duplicate them again for you?"

you didn't see it coming, the arm oikawa slings around your shoulders before pulling you flush against him. you would've lost your balance if you hadn't clutched the lapels of his coat. 

"can it be…" his plush lips graze the shell of your ear as he whispers. "our little secret, cutie?"

warning bells are going off in your head. it tells you to run and stay the fuck away from him but you did nothing of the sort, had only forced a polite smile and swiftly ducked around to get his arm off you. 

this is oikawa tooru we're talking about. 

yeah, you know he's quite the ladies man but you doubt he'd go... that far, especially if he knows the person's uncomfortable. not to mention, you're part of the volleyball team! you're managing his past team. surely, maybe, the familial bond extended to you too despite only joining their little family this year. you were just being paranoid. you were reading into it too much. 

"uhm, yes. of-of course."

oikawa does have to admit, seeing little miss perfect stutter and avert her eyes from him did wonders to his ego. well, now you don't look anything like the goddess his ex-team worships. you're not exuding the same level of confidence or reliability that you always carry yourself with. you look unsure of yourself. powerless in the face of real dominance. 

"why are you here?"

"i…" is it really wise for you to say why? "i forgot the team's record notebook in the girl's locker room. i need to pass a summary of it to coach tomorrow.”

oikawa smiles, eyes comically lighting up in excitement before slinging a heavy, oppressive arm around you again. "ooh, i'll come with!"

you walk with shoulders slightly folded in and the ex-captain likes you like this. all meek and submissive. he daresay you look prettier compliant and not like a self-entitled princess who thinks she shouldn't bother being romantically involved with an athlete. he still thinks you were bitchy and idiotic for friend zoning yahaba of all people. he thought you should be very thankful for getting noticed by his junior. 

but oh well, at least oikawa gets to have a go. 

to witness firsthand what the fuss about you is all about.

you wanted to shrug his arm away and he knows that but he won't do it. the fact that you're struggling to even speak up about it makes him smirk. see, now you know your place. as you should. sometimes, girls like you who get silly little ideas in their head should be reminded of where they truly stand in the food chain. oikawa is more than glad to be the one reminding you. 

you told him to wait outside while you sauntered into the girls' locker room and oikawa smiles that innocent smile before nodding. 

a prey really shouldn't have turned her back on a predator.

just as you picked up your blue notebook on the bench, the resounding lock of the door clicking shut sounded too loud in a closed-off space. "oikawa—'

"you know, i'd really appreciate if we drop formalities. i think screaming tooru while i fuck you sound way better. makes things more intimate, dontcha think?"

he was onto you before you even got the chance to turn around. the notebook you were holding drops to the ground as he grabs hold of your wrists, his leg swiping at your ankles to tackle you to the ground. he's quick. the floor is hard and cold when your back crashes into it. you wince, the shock of what's happening yet to register in your system. never before thinking that this sort of thing will happen to you.

oikawa isn't as cruel or disgusting as you think. you were both legal adults. he knows. after all, he was there when the team decided to throw you a surprise birthday party on your 18th. he was also there from around the corner, eavesdropping when yahaba pulled you aside and confessed his feelings to you and you had the fucking audacity to turn him down. 

he doesn't want to call this revenge, not when he'd still do it whether or not shigeru had confessed. 

you were from a different breed of people. worse than geniuses. you are so disgustingly perfect in every sense of the word that it's so fucking unfair. it fueled jealousy more severe than he ever felt from tobio or ushiwaka. 

because people aren't perfect. people aren't meant to be perfect. even oikawa himself is far from it so why should you be any different from him? you're nothing special. you're ordinary just like him. you don't deserve it. you're not even working hard enough like oikawa to fucking deserve it!

you were red in the face when he took a good look at your pinned form underneath him. your eyes are glossy but held fierce contempt as you meet his gaze, your lips sealed shut in a straight line. you were trying to hold yourself back from crying and it only fuels the fire of his anger. 

"what, think i'm not worth your tears?" he growls, a hand coming up to pull your hair. he sits atop you, his legs pinning yours down as he straddles your hips. "think you're so high and mighty that you won't cry for your oh so dependable oikawa-san?" he purposely makes his voice high-pitched like a girl, copying you spitefully. 

"that’s fine, i can give you a real reason to cry."

he rips your flimsy shorts off and ogles at your cute panties. pink with little bows? how innocent. 

his large hand covers your mouth, the heavy pressure keeping your head in place as his other hand cups your sex. the heat of his palms makes you squirm. already simulating the sensitive nerves and you poorly try shaking your head in denial. because no no no your body shouldn't be enjoying it!

"ou're a real piece of work, (name)-chan," he starts, voice conversation as he nudges your underwear aside, the flat of his thumb drawing lazy circles against your bare clit. "why pretend you don't like it? it's okay to accept pleasure from ordinary people like me. you're plain and average at best too, you know."

with both his hands occupied, you can freely try pushing him away but it's futile. he's too strong and your head is starting to ache with how hard he's pressing it against the floor. 

his blissful expression peeves you out entirely. he doesn't look regretful in the slightest. "you should really get off of that high horse, cutie. stop pushing me away. silly little girls like you belong like this, underneath a capable and powerful man to protect you."

you pant, the ministrations on your clit too good but you don't let it blind you. 

"fuck yo—"

but oikawa doesn't let you finish. he swoops in for a kiss, a hand holding your jaw firmly in place so you can't bite him. a particular hard nudge on your clit makes you gasp instinctively and his tongue invades your mouth. he's a good kisser. so damn skilled from all the girls he's kissed before you. maybe if circumstances had been different, you'd have butterflies in your stomach. 

"aw," he coos against your lips. "i see. little miss perfect wants me to fuck her? how cute."

you thrash and squirm, a pathetic sneer on your face as he holds you down with ease. all it takes is one firm hold against your shoulder as he nibbles on your neck, kissing and suckling at your skin until they turn purple and red. he placed them in positions he knows you can never cover even with the official aoba johsai uniform. why would you cover them anyway? you should wear his hickeys with confidence! it's the one evidence to show he even bothered himself with you so you should be grateful to him!

"let go of me, you jer—!"

"i don't think i'll suck on your tits today, cutie. no time. let's get to the fucking already then, yeah?" 

you absolutely hate his voice. it's the signature high-pitched and childlike tone partnered with that goofy smile of his. a facade he always wears when dealing with other people. a show he's mastered to an artform. he looks awfully unbothered by how wrong this is and it chills you to the bone. 

"oikawa-san—please—"

"i told you it's tooru!" he whines, pouting. "how many times do i have to tell you?"

panic seizes you when his ankles hook around your legs to force them open. he hears none of your pleas and shoves two long fingers up your pussy. there's a slight stinging feeling as he looks for that one spot that'll make you succumb, make you admit defeat. 

"if you want my dick inside this pussy you better call me by my given name or you won't cum, baby girl~" he says in a sing-song tone.

"who the fuck told you i wanted your—shit."

your toes curl and your back arches when his fingers grazed around a certain area. you didn't have time to feel betrayed by your body's reaction as the man on top of you chuckles condescendingly, angling his fingers so he hits the spot in every single thrust. "you like that, don't you? you like what my fingers are doing."

"no!"

"no?" oikawa repeats, measured. with a flick of his wrist, he has his thumb pressing firmly against the sensitive nerves of your puffy clit again and he watches you writhe, lose yourself to pleasure, moaning and whining so wantonly under him. "but cutie, i don't think that's what your body is telling me."

you cringe in disgust when his hot tongue laps at the falling tears in your eyes before whispering against your ear. breathy, and desperate, and ever so patronizing. you don't hear the zipper of his pants going down, nor did you realize he wasn't even bothering to hold you down anymore. good. that's a good start. baby steps, oikawa thinks. for someone who sat in a make-shift throne worshipped by hormonal teen athletes for so long, serving the one great king will be a huge reset for you. 

when he enters, it's a tight fit. of-fucking-course you're a virgin. always staying true to that little miss perfect reputation, huh? sweet and gorgeous but humble and demure. you probably had the same shitty old school belief of staying pure 'till marriage. it makes him harder, makes his length throb and ache with the desire to taint, to soil, to fuck you until that good girl image is stripped away and all you can think about in every waking moment of your useless life is your tooru's big fat cock. your pure lips only producing the most sinful of words to satiate his deepest desires—"fuck me hard, tooru!" "make me your whore, tooru!" "i want to feel all of you, tooru!" "i want your cock so bad, tooru! please please please!"

your longing cries of defeat, the lewd sound of skin slapping, oikawa's pornographic moans—it's a wicked symphony crafted by prodigies. "go on, cutie. cry for me. cry, and cry, and cry, 'til you don't have anything left inside you but your sorry tears and my cum!"

little miss perfect? no. you're his little cockwhore.