#this is the only hate anon I'm posting I'm blocking the rest

[roadside-oddity]

I just hate men; it doesn't matter if they are an oppressor or not (though being oppressed by a man is deeply humiliating.)

HELL YEA FIRST HATE ANON MESSAGE LES GOOO 🗣‼️

(Also nice shaming women (and everyone else ofc) for getting affected by the patriarchy there homie really helping the cause)

[nanamineedstherapy]

So you can insult Satosugu and get fiery when someone insults your ship... So you can force that ship on Satosugu shippers and when they defend themselves you get assy?

Grow up. Not everyone will like your ship and no one has to. Don't force it on others.

Omg my first Hate Ask!!!

I wanna thank my mom for giving birth to me.

ohhh my godddd anon. babe.

You sent this like I shot your goldfish. Deep breaths. You are so mad over a post where I literally said "satosugu makes sense in its own way." That’s what you clocked in to rage about? like I personally pushed Suguru off that cliff?

Anon, you’re really out here speed-running a self-own. Came into my inbox like you’re cosplaying "concerned citizen of Tumblr" but wrote the digital equivalent of yelling at a cloud.

Let’s clarify a few things before you trip over your own shoelaces again:

No one insulted SatoSugu. I was asked why Nanago makes more sense to me, and I answered with nuance, lore, death, and quiet adult yearning. If you interpret every mention of another ship as a personal attack on yours, then that’s between you and your reading comprehension skills. Maybe don’t go feral at a post where I call Geto a good girl dad and cry over his karma—and if that read as an attack, then you might be confusing literary analysis with slander. Maybe unpack that before coming for me?

"Forcing ships"? Babe, I’m not strapping you to a chair and making you read Nanago fic Clockwork Orange style. I posted in my blog, under my tag, with my headcanons. If you found it, read the whole damn essay, got this pressed, and still hit send on this ask? That’s not being "forced"—that’s being chronically online. And baby, if I’m forcing a ship on you… why are you here? This is not a hostage situation. You could've clicked “block” and moved on. But instead, you took time out of your day to anonymously bark into my inbox like I summoned your worst fear: a woman with an opinion. Now take your lil Yelp review and go cry in a Google Doc like the rest of us. This is a Nanago zone. That means slow burn. That means tired men in button-ups grieving over vending machines. That means you are free to leave.

“You get fiery when someone insults your ship”— First of all, please point to the insult. My notes are full of love from people vibing, crying, adding headcanons, and clowning Gojo like it’s group therapy. Not a single hate tag. Not one negative comment. Second, who’s “getting fiery”? You’re the one flailing into my inbox like I murdered your childhood imaginary friend. I’m chilling. I'm literally lying on the floor, eating chips, and crying over men who would never emotionally process anything unless it strangled them first. So unless you confused me with someone else, this beef is imaginary. You are shadowboxing. You’re doing parkour over your own projections. You’re the only one throwing a tantrum. You’re in the middle of a funeral screaming about how the flowers aren't your favorite color. I write about dead men with soft hands and fractured dreams. You came into that vibe with your 2011 DeviantArt energy. Are you lost?

You wanna talk ships? Let’s talk ships. SatoSugu is that beautiful, ruined, once-in-a-lifetime love that ended before it began. It's poetic, it's tragic, and it's canonically a corpse. Nanago? That’s the quiet tragedy of almost. Of what could’ve actually existed—if only there had been enough time. That’s why it wrecks people. That’s why I talk about it. You want a turf war over two broken men and their even more broken boyfriend potential? Pick a better battlefield. I’m in the middle of grieving two salarymen who will never share a futon and an eye mask. Respect the dead.

“Grow up.” Okay. Since you made it personal—let’s talk. I’m in my later 20s. I've spent my twenties building actual shit—ran operations for post-production companies, nationally and internationally. Became a CEO at 21 without a man opening doors for me, or my mother’s money cushioning my fall. I’ve got three degrees and a spine that didn’t come from fanon. I paid rent and filed taxes while half the fandom was still in their skater boy Gojo era. I’ve seen entire studios fall apart in silence because no one knew how to say “I need help.” So don’t tell me to “grow up” because I said a ship about two emotionally burnt-out men made sense. Some of us did grow up. And we still cry over the fact that Nanami died walking toward Gojo.

And lastly, since you came in anonymous, let's talk about that. Hiding behind anon to swing at someone unprovoked? That’s middle school behavior. Pull up with your name on. I won’t block—I’ll bake cookies. I love people who disagree. Just make it readable, not rabid.

So go ahead and stan SatoSugu. I do too. I’ve read the fanfics, cried over the break-up, mourned the baby names. But don’t bring your flimsy little pitchfork to my field and call it a crusade. Especially not when your whole argument is “stop liking things I don’t like.”

Let’s be real: You’re not mad I like Nanago. You’re mad I said something true about your ship—and it made you feel something ugly you didn’t want to sit with. And instead of processing that like a functional adult, you decided to go Anonymous Mode and bark into the void.

So here’s what we’re going to do: You’re gonna log out. You’re gonna touch some grass or maybe even cry into a Gojo plushie (I recommend the one with the blindfold; he won’t judge you). And I’m gonna keep writing essays that make people sob quietly at 3 a.m. and then reblog with tags like "this ruined my year."

Because that’s what I do. I write grief.

And guess what? I like my ships with a side of existential despair and unpaid therapy bills. I like them with bone-deep loneliness and mutual understanding you only get after everything else breaks.

If that offends you… You're not ready for adult shipping. Try the kid’s menu. I hear the angst is mild and the trauma comes with sprinkles.

TL;DR: You’re not mad I hate your ship—you’re mad I understand mine.

Next time, log in.

Or better yet, bring snacks. Some of us are grieving canon in peace.

Here's the post if anyone want's to fact check. I never get heated on tumblr but oh my god the straight up not even reading then straight up lying pissed me off, apologies to the rest for the long ass rant.

My high school Civic Techer was right, Common sense isn't super common and apparently so is some people's critical reasoning skills bc they have to put themselves in every fucking story they read and not once have empathy to see the character for it self.

THANK YOU FOR TAKING MY HATE COMMENT VIRGINITY ANON. HOPE IT HAUNTS YOU FOREVER.

[luvfy0dor]

"How Gorgeous !!" BSD x GN!Reader

╰┈➤ Fyodor, Nikolai, Chuuya♡

Warnings; yk the drill; probably a little ooc, other than that pure fluff, dyed hair Nikolai bc I saw some people who REALLY dislike blonde Nikolai so I'm just gonna put that as a warning

Description; Select bsd boys letting you do stuff with their hair

A/N; I'm so sorry to the two people in my requests I know dad Fyodor anon is there and so is another rlly cute request, Im thinking stuff up I pinky promise :(( im not ignoring anyone istg I'm just having severe writers block so when i got this idea i wrote it out as fast as possible just to have something out for yall, i hate posting only twice a week.

Fyodor Dostoevsky ༉‧₊˚.

Fyodor enjoyed having his hair washed, he liked the feeling of your soft fingers massaging his scalp while he hummed, very pleased with the favor you had stepped up to do for him.

Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

The sound of water splashing against the porcelain of the tub filled the bathroom as you drew a bath for Fyodor and yourself. His plans were all over the place as of late, and you felt maybe a nice bath and head massage might soothe him a bit. His hair was getting a bit greasy under that ushanka, and you weren't gonna just let him go about his day overworked and musty.

You could hear the door unlock, along with the soft tapping of Fyodors boots, coming to a pause and being momentarily substituted by the clicking of the lock. You stood up, shaking the water off of your hand from checking the temperature and turning to him.

"Hi Fedya, how's your work coming along?" You ask, removing the ushanka from his head and brushing his bangs away from his face. He hums and rests his head on yours, his hands gently stroking your back. "It's not coming along very well, if I'm honest, dear." He sighs retracting from the hug and starting to remove his shoes and unbutton his shirt. "Very stressful."

You nod in understanding, sliding his shirt off his shoulders while he undoes the final buttons. "Things will work out for you, they always do." You say. You both finish undressing and get into the tub, Fyodor sitting between your legs and kinda leaning back against you, his eyes closed as he sighs, clearly relaxed. You fill your cupped hand with water and spill onto his head, the droplets trickling down the thin strands of his midnight colored hair.

His steady breathing was your indicator that he was feeling at the very least a little better. You pumped some shampoo into your hand and ran it through his hair, your fingertips rubbing against his scalp, drawing soft sounds of contentment from his lips. Filling a small, nearby cup with water, you gently poured it over his head and rinsed out the suds. Some of the water drips down his face, small drops catching in his eyelids as his head leans back. You smile at his small reactions.

"Mmn, that feels very nice, my dear." He murmurs, the corners of his lips being tugged into a small smile, a smile of leisurly pleasure. "Good." You reply while you begin lathering conditioner in the ends of his relatively long hair. The scent of the tea tree conditioner only added to the lingering fragrance of the matching shampoo. Fyodor liked the smell of tea tree, and if he didnt use that, he used faint floral scents. You run your fingers through his straight hair, parting a couple of pieces and starting to absent-mindedly braid them together, weaving the strands over and under each other.

Fyodor tilts his head back a bit more, rotating it to look at you. "Are you thinking about anything in particular?" He questions, his gaze soft. You shake your head, running your fingers through the braided hair pieces, ultimately undoing it. "No, not really." And it was the truth. The two of you were basking in the moment the way a lizard does in the sun. Your hand snakes down to grab onto his, giving it a soft squeeze which he returns. After washing yourselves off, you stand up and wrap towels around yourselves once you've initially rid most of the drops of water from your skin. You both get dressed in pajama pants, a tee shirt for you and a sweater for Fyodor, a smaller towel around his neck.

The towel is visibly wet as Fyodor leans against the sink, watching you ruffle your hair to dry it. "Fedya, your towel is soaked. Here, let's blow dry your hair." You say, reaching into one of the drawers of the sink, pulling out the blow-dryer and plugging it into the wall. "We could always towel dry it and save money on the electricity bill." He says, starting to squeeze any remaining water out of his hair with the towel.

"It's fine, trust me, it's not like it's upping the bill a trillion dollars." You say, the nozzle of the blow-dryer pointed just downwards of Fyodors chin, aimed towards the (a little more than) damp ends of his hair. "Alright, alright." He nods at your response. "Okay, ready?" You ask, your finger hovering over the 'on' switch. "Mhm." He nods with a soft smile, and with that you flick on the blow-dryer to the lowest setting. The air is hot as you move the dryer from side to side, not allowing the heat to be directed to one spot and burning Fyodors skin.

Fyodor listens to the whir of the blow dryer with his eyes closed, his eyebrows furrowing when the warm air hits his forehead as you get his bangs. You laugh at his expression under your breath and ruffle his hair a bit to dry the roots better. Once his hair was...well, dry enough, the sound of the hair dryer came to a halt. His eyes opened again, their purple color as beautiful as ever under the dim bathroom light. His hand goes to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin, as he places a soft kiss on the corner of your lips. When he pulls away, he's giving you a small, faint smile.

"Thank you for pampering me, it is a wonderful feeling." He quietly says, one of his hands on the bottom of your neck. You nod and give him a full kiss on the lips in response. "You're welcome, I love doing that type of stuff for you. I like playing around with your hair." You state, pushing a strand behind his ear. You stare into each other's eyes for another couple of seconds before he leans backwards, unlocking and opening the door. The cold air from the rest of the house causes you to shiver a little.

"Would you like to join me for some tea before bed?" He asks, standing in the doorway. You nod and follow him, flicking the light off behind you as you both make your way to the kitchen. He starts to boil the water in a kettle, grabbing a tea bag from the cabinet for each of you. He waits for the water to reach it's boiling point and leans against the counter, gently pulling you into his chest. You smile and wrap your arms around his torso, one hand reaching up to twirl some of his hair around your finger. He sighs softly, leaning his head backwards and into your touch. When the water is finally ready, he softly guides your body to the side, walking past you to fill the mugs with water and dip the tea bags in. After a couple moments, he hands you your cup, sipping from his.

"Thank you, my love." You murmur with a appreciative smile while taking a sip yourself. He nods. "Ofcourse, dear."‧₊˚.

Nikolai Gogol ༉‧₊˚.

Nikolais hair isn't just white naturally, obviously, so whenever his hair needed to be touched up, he turns right to his lover to help him out. He tried doing it himself and nearly ended up with bald spots from forgetting about the bleach and leaving it on for WAY too long.

Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Although they weren't those most noticable thing in the entire world, Nikolais roots were starting to show. You had noticed though, ofcourse, because you spend a lot of time around him. Every time the taller man was snoring in your arms, your eyes drifted down to the forming tufts of dark blonde hair peeking through the white, shiny strands. You made him aware of it, and he sent you off to get bleach and toner after he couldn't find any around the house. That conversation was exactly what landed you in the hair aisle of the store closest to you.

You inspected the packaging of each dye until you could deem one a good enough and trustworthy brand. You brought it up to the register and payed for it, exiting the store and driving back home. The weather was rather gloomy and rainy today, making you skitter quickly through the driveway and to the door. Pushing it open, you sigh having finally escaped the rain. Though it wasn't pouring, it was still not something you wanted to stand in for all that long. "Kolya!" You called out to your boyfriend through out the halls of your home, taking off your shoes and jacket.

Upon fully standing up, you went to walk further into the house just as you could see a yellow light starting to form behind you. You laugh a bit before turning around. "How many times do I have to tell you, you're not gonna be able to scare me by doing that." You say with a playful eyeroll. His head fully pokes through the portal. "You can tell me as many times as you want, dear, that doesn't mean I'm not gonna try it." He says with a grin, his hand popping through the portal to gently guide your face closer to his. He presses a kiss to your cheek before he fully comes through the portal.

"You got the bleach?" You nod, holding up the box. "Yeah, c'mere, we'll touch up your roots right now." He follows you into the bathroom as you pry open the box, shaking the contents onto the sink counter. You grab the gloves and slide your hands into them before turning to Nikolai. "Here, go sit on the edge of the tub so I can do this accurately." You say, pointing in the direction of the bathtub. He nods and sits down, his feet in the tub with his back facing you. You stand with your hands on your hips while reading the directions and grabbing the packet of bleach powder. Nikolai peers at you over his shoulder, grinning at your face of concentration.

You mix the bleach with the developer together in the bowl, setting it back on the counter once it's the right consistency and walking over to Nikolai. "Your hair is so long, Kolya." You say, undoing his usual braid and starting to section his hair as he smiles. "Ofcourse it is! Its been growing for a long time, my dove." He replies with a grin, feeling your hands part his hair and clip certain pieces in certain places to keep them separated. You started applying the bleach to his roots, his soft 'tee-heeing' being heard over the sound of the bleach being applied to his hair, apparently in a ticklish way.

"Does it tickle that much?" You ask, grabbing another bit of his hair. He nods. "Yes, yes it does." He beams, kicking his feet up onto the other edge of the tub.

Upon making it all the way around your boyfriends head, you proudly stood back to observe your work; the blue substance already lightening the first bits of hair you worked on. "It's already working, Kolya, your hair will be renewed in like...well, the box says twenty minutes." You say, inspecting the piece of cardboard. "Oh, I'm sure you did such a wonderful job. I'm so excited to see it." Nikolai says, standing up from his place on the side of the tub.

"Wait a minute," you say, exiting the bathroom and heading to the kitchen before returning, ripping a piece of aluminum foil from the roll you had fetched. "If we stick this on your head, it'll go quicker." He laughs and pats the foil down on his head, nodding. "And why is that?" You think for a moment. "It traps heat and stuff." You say, stepping out of the bathroom and into the hallway, Nikolai following you. "Oh wow! My dove is just so smart!" He says with his cheeky little grin. You playfully roll your eyes and toss your gloves in the garbage can.

"That's basic, I feel like everyone knows that. I think you know that too, but you just wanted to hear that from my mouth." He nods, resting his hand on your shoulder. "See? What a genius." You quietly scoff.

You wait out the twenty minutes with Nikolai, talking about whatever silly stuff comes to mind. When the timer on your phone rings, you crumple up Nikolais make shift aluminum hat and tossing it in the garbage. You examine the roots of his hair, which are a very pale yellow. You shrug it off and bring him to the bathroom, rinsing the bleach out of his hair and shampooing and conditioning it with his head under the tub faucet. You put a towel over his head and ruffle his hair, examining it once more.

"Oh, it's not that yellow." You murmur. "The toner will fix that, and then you'll be twinning with Fukuchi again." You say, your eyes scanning the bathroom counter for the box with the toner. You raise an eyebrow when you come to realize it's not there. You must have left it in your car, so that's where you head with a soft hum of confusion. Bolting out to your car, trying to avoid the rain, you're met with a toner-less sight. You sigh.

"I didn't even buy it." You say to Nikolai exasperatedly while simultaneously scanning your receipt, and unsurprisingly finding only the bleach. "Aw, don't worry! We can get it when the rain clears up, I won't make you go out again." He insists, pulling you into his chest. You just sigh and wrap your arms around him. "Yeah, you're right." You murmur, your body limply leaning against his. He pats your back.

"Come sit down with me, we should play a board game or a card game. They're perfect for rainy days, don't you agree?" He says, plopping down on the couch. "I do agree. Do you have a preference for a specific game right now?" He thinks for a moment before shaking his head. "No, not in particular." You go off to find a good game for the both of you to play, settling on Uno. "Okay Kolya, quiz time! What game do I have?" You say, imitating your boyfriend. He giggles at your impersonation of him, placing a finger on his chin while thinking. "Hmm, I'm gonna guess Uno." He says. You nod, making him grin.

"I guess we're both quite smart then, dove! Let's play, shall we?" He pats the seat on the couch next to him, making you smile as you nod and walk over to sit with him. ‧₊˚.

Chuuya Nakahara ༉‧₊˚.

Chuuya didn't really entrust many people with the task of cutting his hair and keeping it a constant length, but with one hell of a lot of convincing, he decided to let you try it.

Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Walking down the hallway, you had a little more pep in your step than usual. Your boyfriend finally decided he trusted you enough with his hair to let you trim it. Whether you have experience with cutting hair or not didn't matter, you were determined to make this the best haircut Chuuya would get in his entire life.

You only did minimal preparation for this, and by minimal preparing you had some kitchen scissors, a comb, and a brush. As you turned the corner into your shared bedroom, you saw your red-headed boyfriend sitting on the edge of the bed, seemingly rethinking his decision. "Alright, Chuuya! I'm gonna give you the best trim of your life, trust me." You say, waving him into the bathroom to follow you. He does with a nervous sigh, standing next to you in the mirror.

"Alrigh, Chuuya. How much do you want off?" You ask, starting to brush out his un-even hair. "No more than half an inch doll, don't get me wrong, I love and trust you and all but.." he murmurs, staring at you through the mirror.

"Oh no, I get that, I would NEVER let you do this to me." You say, combing through his hair. "What?!" He says, a shocked look on his face. You laugh a bit before grabbing the scissors. "Im joking, don't worry." You reassure him, cutting off some hair on the back of his head. He hears the scissors cut a bit off and his eye twitches.

You continue snipping away, little clusters of his hair fall onto his shoulders and onto the floor. You could see his eyes following every chunk as it dropped, hitting the floor tiles after drifting from side to side for a couple moments. "Chuuya, it looks perfectly fine so far, don't worry." You proudly state, grabbing a hold of some of the longer hair, combing it out and cutting off a half inch of it as he asked. "I'm not too sure about that, but whatever you say, darlin'." He mumbles, his intense stare aimed at you. It wasn't aggressive or mean, but a bit anxious.

You continued, pulling at pieces of Chuuyas hair, one small section at a time, really putting your heart and soul into his trim. Once you had decided you were done, you stepped back and grabbed a smaller mirror, turning Chuuya around and handing it to him. "Here, look! It turned out very well, if I do say so myself." He thoroughly assessed it before nodding.

"Alright, you're right, it doesn't look nearly as bad as I thought it would." He says, ruffling it a bit before brushing it out and putting his hat on. "Oh, did you not have any faith in me at all?" You playfully scoff, your hands on your hips. He grins and shakes his head. "Don't you worry doll, I've got plenty of faith in you. My faith doesn't lie in your barber skills, though." He says, his gloved fingers guiding your chin closer to his face, his soft lips gently colliding with yours, making you smile. His thumb gently caresses your jawline.

When he pulls away, he doesn't go far. He murmurs a couple of soft words against your lips. "You did real good though, I must admit." He says, admiring his hair in the mirror, running his fingers through it.

"Im glad you like it." You say, observing his hair, too. "Maybe I should let ya do my hair more often." He looks over at you with a small grin. You laugh a little and nod. "Yeah, maybe you should."

[jynjackets]

I really appreciate you sharing your thoughts on these matters. I'm frustrated that this show is receiving so much praise and being held on such a pedestal. It's worth of criticism just like anything else. Also I saw people on twitter saying you are a racist if you ship rebelcaptain and prefer Cassian with Jyn over Bix and Cassian but like, its not even a shipping thing for me, I feel uncomfortable when women are sidelined in romantic arcs and I feel like that's valid??? Like there's a lot of issues happening at once.

Hi thank you anon <3 People are hella stupid. It’s a lot right now, but it will die down just as s1 did. I hope it helps if i can put some truths into perspective tho.

1. Andor is a flop.

Streaming services are not legally obligated to share their numbers but your most reliable source will be to check Nielsen ratings. Season 1 was a flop.

These are fan made Nielsen-based charts pulled during the middle of when the acolyte was airing. You can do your own updated research and the numbers will not be different. Data for all series before the acolyte show that Andor was the second least watched star wars show on Disney+ all time.

This is partly where a lot of the “you guys aren’t nearly as intelligent as we are” argument comes from because this show is just super unpopular. Deadass nobody cares and it makes them upset.

It was so severely unpopular that ABC and Hulu scheduled to air 6 of the 12 episodes for free. Until the first 2 episodes flopped so hard they pulled the rest from the schedule before it could air. Later, Disney posted the entire series to YouTube to garner more audience for season 2. Season 2’s lets-get-this-over-with 3-week block release schedule is most logically due to s1’s overall failure.

Nielsen needs some weeks to release the complete numbers but what we know already is that Andor S2 failed to make the Top 10 for at least 2 out of the three arcs with most notably its premiere having missed out. That’s quite embarrassing when all your Emmy competitors, even the ‘boring’ ones, have zero problem with this. They also have won a total of zero Emmy’s. So much for critically acclaimed.

2. Social media sucks right now more than ever

I don’t think people seem to remember that twitter is literally owned by Elon Musk. If people are drawing dicks on teslas why are people still using twitter? But they’re also not. Since the takeover, twitter has lost around 7 million users while making no revenue. New AI features and purchase-able exposure has made it unusable while the demographic has also largely shifted to noticeably less poc users. This is also similar for reddit.

So not only do we have a shit platform, we are looking at one of the worst star wars (emphasis on star wars!) fanbases on a shit platform. That post about being a racist rebelcaptain shipper if you don’t like bin, is stupid as fuck. I’m 90% sure it’s coming from someone white. Even if it’s not they’re still fucking stupid and get off making shitty discourse. These people want to talk race relations when their favorite show consistently hates black and brown people. And the most important topic for them is how race is a factor in picking a fictional girlfriend. be so fr.

Back to the show, season 1 was criticized for being boring which many agreed and voiced. The special case with season 2 is that everyone that loved it will be returning, while other parties are completely checked out, making for a very polarizing fanbase. So in looking up conversation about season 2, you’re only going to find the exact type of people that have no problem with gratuitous sexual assault and latinophobia, having not bat an eye at the sexualization and racism of s1. We are looking inside a bag labeled dead bird and expecting to find something else.

Sorry to blurb!

These are just my own affirmations that help me stay sane in this mess. You said you believe women shouldn’t be sidelined for shitty romantic arcs. You are right and you know it. Remain confident in the fact that you know what’s right even when everyone else makes you feel insane. They want you to cave, they want a reaction. You dont need to fight it but you need to keep yourself safe which includes protecting your values.

Also last thing if you’re still here. Deadass, everyone just watch rogue one. and have a good cry about it.

For me, watching it again and i was reminded how there really isn’t a movie that has made me want to kill myself (compliment) like rogue one. I don’t love the movie because it was made by disney star wars, i love it for what it was on its own and what it meant to me. If something is going to even COMPARE to that feeling it gives me, it sure as fuck not going to be a hyperflop anti-women fanfic youtube series. It all becomes so small when i’m reminded that a character like jyn was even a possibility.

[the-thing-of-worms]

EVERYONE SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT!!

Check this out this is the greatest entertainment in history

So, here's how it started:

This anon sent me an ask telling me my good friend @annotated-catastrophe was homophobic and racist, and that I should block her. You can see how I responded, wanting proof. This is the next ask I get:

These are some pretty bold claims you know! I asked for proof in DMs, and, excitingly enough, they came into my DMs with a burner account!!

I don't have many screenshots for this next parts, but me and @/redracecars start talking. They're still making a ton of really bold claims, saying Catastrophe is homophobic and "doesn't care about mental illnesses" but this really isn't enough to alter my opinion, kids, never believe someone you don't know just off of their word, even someone you do know shouldn't be trusted just off their word, that's why I asked dear redracecars to provide me evidence! A screenshot of a conversation, it's all I needed really, I even told them I would post the screenshot to show all my friends, and I'm sticking true to my word! I hope you see this from your main redracecar, I'm keeping my word.

Here's what they sent me after about 30 (?) minutes of waiting.

Annotated Catastrophe, under the side blog "Blueracecars" (where have we heard that name before??? 🤔🤔🤔) sent a ton of messages to our poor Redracecars.

One issue though, these were sent TODAY October 24th, 2024. AND WAIT- GASP - THESE MESSAGES WERE SENT AFTER I RECIEVED THE SECOND OF THE TWO ASKS??? SAY WHAT?? HAS ANNOTATED CATASTROPHE FINALLY MASTERED TIME TRAVEL?? ARE WE DOOMED WITH THE DREADED ANNOTATED CATASTROPHE AS OUR IMMORTAL TIME LORD??

Oh, wait,

Redracecars? Buddy? Did you not see that your messages with Blueracecars were timed to today, after when you first sent me an ask? Are you.... GASP??? A FAKER??? NO IT COULDNT BE!! REDRACECARS HOW COULD YOU!!! *Sobs and faints like a Victorian*

Hold on, hold on, let me see what blue race cars has on their blog, knowing Annotated catastrophe as I do she'll definitely have a lot of writing posts on this side blog... Huh... Wait

THESE ARE THE ONLY TWO POSTS ON THE BLOG? ANNOTATED CATASTROPHE WOULD NEVER! AND WAIT- SHE'D NEVER TALK WITH CURSE WORDS, SHE HATES SWEARING!! Redracecars you didn't even do a good job of disguising yourself! This is awful buddy, real embarrassing too, it really is .... It really sucks though because I started to realize what you were doing, trying to make a transgender person believe that one of their friends is a terf, trying to convince me she's racist, homophobic, transphobic.... Buddy are YOU a transphobe?? You blocked me before I could ask this but, Why are you so dead set on convincing me, a trans man, that my friend secretly hates me?? That's incredibly mean of you. The only thing in your heart, redracecars (or should I say purpleracecars since your red AND blue?) is malice. You only want to make people unhappy, is it because you're unhappy buddy? I'm sorry if that's the case but leave other people out of it, go touch grass, or better yet, go talk to a therapist about whatever you got going on. Your behavior IS NOT NORMAL!!!

And rest assured I'm sending this to my mutuals so they all know that there's some troll running about and trying to hurt people, because that's what you're doing, you're hurting people and I just KNOW you live for it. Go get a better life bro.

[beevean]

If I’m being honest, you are all getting way too hung up on fake diseases and attacking a writer as if he personally attacked your family. It’s a strange obsession you have and you guys always come at any small nitpick as if it’s the end of the world. It’s a weird obsession and you have all been doing it for years. Maybe you liked Sunset Heights getting a remix but you also play victim when people don’t like the 2010s games. You can see Sonic is more successful now and doing things much better but you just like to sit in your anger towards the series for years. I’ll add that you’re much more sane in your reactions than RandomtheFox, but this whole side of the fandom here is so pathetic. The endless loop of anything new coming out for Sonic, and your little posse hating on it because it isn’t the meta era or because Ian Flynn has his name on it makes me glad you guys are a small minority in the fandom.

Do you want to know why we're discussing this?

If you go back and read our discussions, see how much we brought up with this little detail!

I looked up the effects of low gravity on the human body: I learned something new about science. I tried to put into words why this detail is harder to accept than Sonic breathing in space: this is about stories and world building. I immediately found a replacement idea. We discussed about SA2, its gameplay mechanics, its cutscenes. Someone even brought up the idea of drawing parallels with AIDS and how it would affect Maria. Negativity can stem from a place of reasoning, "how would I do that?", and it makes me use my brain in a fun way. I'm aware it's a inconsequential detail, but I'm having fun!

As for the rest of the message, yeah, we are a minority. Which makes me wonder why you care so much about a group of, what, four people?

Why don't I get any engagement when I'm positive, but suddenly people are up my ass when I talk about something negative? I didn't even tag most of my posts. Bro half of the Sonic fandom blocked me already because I'm a dirty sinning IDW non-enjoyer. I am not bothering anyone.

By the way, my negativity about IDW once even resulted in me writing a fic about it. Again, creativity and genuine discussions about writing a story and its downfalls. It nourishes the brain.

I don't like this new direction for Sonic. There, happy? I don't feel catered to, as a 2000s fan, by all this "REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE COOL????" stuff, not to mention I'm just not a Shadow fan so seeing him with wings and shit does nothing for me. I am annoyed because this used to be a franchise dear to me, but the current environment, both games and fandom, alienates me. I am also aware that, precisely because I'm in the minority, I'll just have to wait until ST changes trend again.

If my writer side activates when I talk about a writing decision I don't like and I'm having fun dissecting it, let me, alright? You can find me cringe, if you want to, but I'm not doing anything different than other fans, just directed towards a less acceptable target and in the privacy of my blocked blog.

Also: to be perfectly honest, if it only takes me one day of mild bitching to get anons yelling at me that I'm a joyless bastard doomed to be sad because I refuse to be happy, it kind of makes me want to be saltier out of spite. I'm already a bad person, might as well, right?

[jedi-enthusiasm-blog]

BASIC INFO

I use mostly she/her, but I'm alright with any pronouns.

This is a fandom space only. I'm here to have fun, not to discuss current issues or politics (I do that enough in real life already).

Bigotry is not tolerated. It doesn't have a place in my blog. Being a bigot can and will get you blocked.

No reblogging posts to throw negativity. I'm not here for debate, I'm here to have fun with my silly posts and whoever interacts without being a dick.

I reserve the right to block you and kick you out of my space if you're behaving like an asshole.

I love asks. You can ask me whatever you want. The only thing I request is that you do this off-anon. This is only to prevent more assholes sneaking into my space.

I don't start arguments, fights and debates. I've always found it counterproductive, needlessly-infuriating and a waste of my time. However, I finish them. The block button is my friend and I'm not afraid to use it.

STAR WARS FANDOM

Pro Jedi, if the name of my blog didn't clue you in. Jedi hate will get you blocked faster than you can say "Star Wars".

Anti Sith, like any reasonable person with media literacy. They're space nazis, social darwinists, genocidal maniacs who in all their thousands of years of existance have done nothing but try to run tyrannical empires and fail miserably and obsess over the Jedi. The nicest thing I can say about them is that some of them are really fun to watch and have a decent fashion sense. Therefore I am also anti Galactic Empire and anti First Order, the governments they (try to) run.

I may as well say this, although I'm sure most of the fandom will have me crucified: Mandalorian/Mando critical. Unlike the Sith, I don't think all of them (or even most of them) are evil and I'm willing to be charitatable to them. I want to LIKE them, but the fandom glorifying them has soured them a lot to me.

Adding to the above point: Anti Mandoclone. The Clones aren't Mandalorian, they are their own people with their own history and experiences. They might have Mandalorian influence (and it's an idea that has merit and potential if executed well), but they are not Mandalorian and I doubt they'd want to be.

Anakin Skywalker critical. I don't hate him, I like him, he's fun to watch/read about and his character is very dear to me. But he's a villain and an asshole and I'm not ashamed to point out that part of his character.

My canon is the PT, the OT, TCW, Rebels and Rogue One. Any other source material is up in the air, and I pick and choose what I like and leave the rest. So if you see me ignoring a part of a book/comic but posting about another, you know why.

Masterposts

My Rambles' Masterpost (pro Jedi, anti Sith, Mandalorian critical…)

The Many Names of Peace Masterpost

Fic recommendation list

[toxiccoworkeryaoi]

Hi. Recently I (somedays a trans man, some days nonbinary, every day trans) did a shitty thing to a trans woman here on Tumblr.

I'd like to explain what I did, so whoever reads this can avoid doing the same.

She is okay. Though she was hurt by what I did.

Here's what happened: I reblogged a popular post and shortly after, I got an anonymous ask saying the op was "problematic", for lack of a better word.

You may know where I'm going with this, if that's the case I ask that you still reblog and read the rest of this post, for anyone who might not know and because it's good to take some time to remind yourself to be vigilant.

When I got that anonymous ask, I:

Went to the blog and tried to confirm the claims.

Could only confirm one of the claims within a few minutes and so,

Deleted my reblog and,

Answered the ask, thanking the anon.

I'm being vague on purpose here so you can see how it didn't even occur to me that I was doing something wrong (terfs are counting on this).

But now let's break it down. The ask said: "They're a rape fetish / incest blog + a trans misogynist"

Important things to note here (that I missed):

Using "they" pronouns, but the blog I went to stated "she/it" for pronouns. So, the anon is deliberately misgendering here.

Mentions of rape and incest are often used to smear trans women.

"Trans misogynist" instead of transmisogynist is also being used to smear trans women here. The anon is saying op is a trans person who is a misogynist (basing this only on the fact that she's a trans woman) and counting on me to interpret it as transmisogynist, so I'll panick and want to block her or spread hate about her.

When I got that ask I focused on "rape", because mentions of it can be triggering for me, and "trans misogynist", because I want to be an ally to trans women.

Straightforwardly, the ask was part of a hate campaing against a trans woman, and I helped spread it.

I went to the blog attempting to confirm the claims, and I did find mentions of a rape kink.

Now this is very important: I then prioritized my discomfort surrounding rape mentions over confirming whether op was a transmisogynist, and I should NOT have done that.

Had I not been so centered on my discomfort, I could have spent some more time on that blog and very easily find out op is a trans woman. And then the ask's purpose would have been clear to me.

I should know better, it's not like I haven't heard of this. But I didn't act accordingly.

Instead, I spread it. I don't know how many of my followers saw that and blocked her or if any of them even went and sent her hate about her content.

She does not deserve that, no matter how many or which kinks she posts about.

Later, she came across that ask and called me out on it. She posted a screenshot of it and then reblogged it. This is perfectly reasonable, I don't mention it to say it was wrong.

I mention it because I think it's important to talk about my reaction to being called out: I panicked. I am trans, I want to be an ally to trans women and here is a trans woman telling me I hurt her and pointing out this is what she has come to expect from trans men.

I could not believe my mistake. I tried to justify it to myself, thought "There's no name or pinned post. How could I have known?" but that's ridiculous.

She shouldn't have to self identify everywhere so a dumbass like me will think for more than a few minutes. It's not her fault that someone is spreading hate about her.

I know what trans women are going through.

I want to take more than 5 minutes to check. I want to prioritize her safety over my discomfort. But I didn't.

And as I realized what I had done I felt horrible, I panicked and deleted the ask. Which, was another mistake imo.

Maybe she wanted me to reblog it and say I was mistaken, but I didn't think of that before I deleted it.

I then apologized, I hurt her and I felt terrible about doing that. But more importantly, I wanted to know if there was something I could do to make it better, if anything at all.

She was gracious beyond what I deserve and I hope it goes without saying that she didn't have to be. I think I deserved to be clowned on a little, to maybe get cursed out, but I wasn't.

She only suggested that I make a post like this one, so other people could avoid making the same mistake, and here it is.

So, to summarize, I let my fear and discomfort blind me to very obvious signs and ended up hurting someone I wanted to be an ally for.

Don't do what I did, know your emotional reactions, understand how bigots will attempt to use them to attack trans women and stay vigilant.

The point of this post is to remind you that you can and will make mistakes along the way. There will be multiple chances where you can correct your course.

At any point, the way to make it better will always start by centering trans women. So please do that.

If you feel yourself getting scared, angry or agitated by a statement like that ask, by an anecdote, or by a news story about a trans woman, ask yourself what you can do to stand up for and center trans women.

Care more about trans womens' lives than you do about your own comfort, and act accordingly.

[fogii-yume]

i have a lot of names, but my common (default) name that most people use is cinnamon or yume !! i’ll make a list of all my names sometime …

i use she/they/it pronouns !! i am a girlthing / girlflux :33 and slowly transitioning to trans femboy help

i like / follow from @daily-kanamafu-vitamins !!

carrd || discord

my picrew masterlist !!

mutuals tag game list

taken anons:

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tw: mentions of sh, suicide, and other !! please block (don't report !!!!!) if you're uncomfortable !!

i do not post art on here a lot, but please do NOT use my art to train a.i. !! reposting / personal use is fine with credit !!!

byi: i am a minor !! tonetags aren't needed but appreciated !! my dms are always open :33 unless you're a bot then get out

also i am a christian !! i have been for my whole life, so please don’t make deragotory jokes about christianity at me !! i’m not against most things that most christians are however (like yuri .. i’m not exactly heterocis myself) and i like focusing more on what god is for than what he’s against ^^

dni: basic dni, 18+ blogs, racists, transphobes, proshippers, kusanagi nene haters (/hj) and if you hate a character (that i like) for a reason that i deem stupid then also dni. which i know is extremely unfair but it pisses me off. hating akito for saying kohane didn't have enough resolve in the main story and ignoring how he changed over the course of vbs' events is basically just saying that you don't like it when humans act like humans

the opposite side of the fogii-yume spectrum (tw. everything really. mostly intense stuff i'm not willing to share on here)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ my tags:

╭﹒♪﹒ emptying thoughts

﹕﹒★﹒ reempty

﹕﹒❀﹒ emptied thoughts

﹕﹒☾﹒ saved thoughts

﹕﹒𓆝﹒ emptying art

﹕﹒𓆝﹒ emptying layouts

╰﹒☾﹒ venting thoughts

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ fandoms:

╭﹒♪﹒ project sekai - 337846236537196547

﹕﹒♫﹒vocaloid

﹕﹒★﹒ genshin impact - 655910941 (memorized that. biggest flex)

﹕﹒☾﹒ limbus company - N742820383

﹕﹒❀﹒honkai star rail - 601299830

﹕﹒𓆝﹒toilet-bound hanako-kun

﹕﹒✧﹒alien stage

﹕﹒☘��﹒omori (i've only finished the good ending)

﹕﹒𐙚﹒needy streamer overload

﹕﹒๑﹒cookie run kingdom - CinnamonsTheater

﹕﹒꩜﹒that random anime you were pirating at 4 am

╰﹒𖹭﹒ other animes like assclass and kny !!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ more about me:

╭﹒♪﹒ saisei saisei saiseiii. please listen to kanade saisei alt

﹕﹒♫﹒ i love kusanagi nene...

﹕﹒☾﹒pink, purple, and black ..

﹕﹒☘︎﹒"i welcome anything as long as it's cute~"

﹕﹒𐙚﹒jirai kei + yami kawaii

﹕﹒𓆝﹒i love birds and fish and butterflies (penguins...)

﹕﹒★﹒ my birthday is january 3rd !!

﹕﹒❀﹒ nene, mizuki, ena kinnie

﹕﹒✧﹒favorite anime - assassination classroom ...

╰﹒𖹭﹒ i love all my moots.. have a wonderful day <3

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ credits:

╭﹒♪﹒ pfp and banner by @/ruikareika here and here

﹕﹒♫﹒ kusanagi nene replycons by @/rookmeo here

﹕﹒☾﹒yashiro nene replycons by @/easygoingblend here

﹕﹒☘︎﹒retie friendship banner by @/enanan hearts here

﹕﹒𐙚﹒airisakiemu photo by @/strawberry snipes here

╰﹒𖹭﹒rest of images used by @/prosekaiuwu

feel free to empty your thoughts in my ask box !! it's simply a place to say whatever nonsense is in your mind at the moment. you can vent, rant, or even show me a random cat meme on the internet ^>.<^

[zephyrrhiesfyrian]

Hey, had a couple plot bunnies spawn while reading what you and Candle Anon have posted so far about the Litwick!Emmet AU, and I was inspired to write something for it!

I'm sending it to you here because I don't know if I have permission to post it anywhere, but if so I can gift it to you (and candle anon if they have one) on AO3.

Anyway, here it is:

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He didn't really like this place.

He probably should, like it that is, after all there was plenty of food and even some of his own kind floating about. It was brighter than he might have liked and the air was chilled, but his fire kept him warm and it's not like it was hard to find somewhere dark to rest when he needed it. There were even less humans wandering around just waiting to step on him, which was more than he could say for his current home. So yes, this was a nice place to be, and he really should have been happy here.

But he wasn't.

In fact he hated it here.

Hated the soft talking of the humans in white–black was his favorite but he usually loved white–to the human in yellow. Hated the hands of one of the humans in Green, that kept him in place and away from the room where the white and yellow humans were. Hated that he couldn't bring himself to just burn the green human and be done with it because it would make them sad, and that thought hurt for some reason.

Most of all, he hated the pane of glass that blocked his way into the room where his Soul lay on the bed, quiet and alone.

His Soul, his missing piece, had been gone for so long he was beginning to think he would never find him. When the yellow human had appeared suddenly and the green humans had gotten all excited, he had thought maybe she was what he was looking for. Only he took one nibble of her soul and almost spat it back out. Her soul was slathered in the markings of Arceus, and as a ghost the pure creation energy was next to impossible to ingest, and tasted foul besides.

So the yellow human seemed familiar, and she certainly acted familiar, talking to him like they were old friends, but she was not who he was looking for, and the massive tantrum he threw when he realized this might have gotten him an extended time out at the pokemon center.

That's where he was returning from–one of the green humans retrieving him with a stern word and a poke-puff–when he finally found his Soul.

There was nothing different at first, nothing strange, but then the sky cracked open like an egg, and there was a horrible sound vibrating the air, as something wrong dug its claws into the cracks and pulled them open.

It was massive, with long dark tendrils thrashing about, wrapping around whatever was nearby and uprooting it from the ground before tossing it wildly away. The horrible sound was screaming, almost incompressible screaming, the not-pokemon calling out for something, searching for something. Something about traveling and energy? It had continued it's pointless thrashing and screaming until the yellow human appeared, stopping almost instantly to focus on her, and once the screaming had quieted, a new sound was finally able to be heard.

Weeping.

Loud, wailing cries that struck a chord so familiar that it shook him to his embers. He knew those cries, he knew those cries.

The green human hadn't been able to hold him back as he'd wiggled free and scrambled towards where the yellow human had engaged the beast in a batte. He'd gotten closer, and the cries had gotten louder, until he could finally see what was making them.

A human in black, eyes empty, clothes torn, hair wild, hung suspended like a broken Baynette between the monster’s tendrils, the only things that proved he was still somewhat there, had been the endless stream of tears that rolled down his cheeks, and the deep, sorrowful wailing.

He knew this human, instantly, immediately, and had reached out to check without thought.

Joy had ripped through his tiny body–this was his One, his Soul! He'd found him! He found him!

It was followed quickly by rage.

The not-pokemon was keeping his Soul from him! That dirty thief had stolen his Soul and wanted to keep it for itself! That was his! His One! The other needed to die, right now, and he was going to do it! He might have a type disadvantage, but he liked winning more than almost anything else, and he wasn't afraid to play dirty!

The beast hadn't bothered to do much as look at him as he'd climbed high enough that he could see the whole battle. It was focused on the yellow human.

Big mistake.

He'd readied his move as the stupid thing shot stones at one of the yellow human's pokemon.

He wasn't sure how he was going to get it's attention, but it must have felt something, because it had unnervingly swiveled to look dead at him. It hadn't liked what it saw, because without missing a beat one of its tentacles raised and shot out, smacking him clean off the place where he'd been standing with a painful rain of sharp stones, and instantly depleting his health all the way to zero.

Destiny bond kicked in.

He'd been able to see the massive beast drop like a lead Drifloon before he'd passed out.

Ha!

Now he was here, on the other side of a window, fully healed, and irritated that they wouldn't let him near his Soul.

He didn't know what happened between then and now, nor did he care. The humans in white were saying things about poison and malnutrition and dehydration, whatever those last two were, and talking about his Soul staying here for a long time until those things weren't a problem anymore. He would have told them not to bother, he and his Soul were supposed to match, and once they matched again(again?) those things wouldn't be a problem anymore. But no one understood him, or they were ignoring his recommendations, so he was stuck here, watching his Soul in pain and unable to help.

It took a loooong time for the humans in white and the yellow human to stop talking and come back out of the room. He'd almost fallen asleep, twice! The yellow human came over to the green human and said some things, the green human’s hands moving to cup him more firmly than before.

Then they turned around!

Wait! Where were they going?!! No, he needed to go back!

The humans ignored him, ignored all his cries and pleas, and carried him out of the human place where his Soul was staying, and all the way home. They continued to ignore him as they got him some poke-chow and settled him in his playpen to eat while they went to get their own food.

How humiliating.

Begrudgingly he ate his food and watched as the humans talked and ate their own meals, and when they were finished he watched them move toward the room with the couch, probably so they could talk some more.

As soon as he was sure they were out of sight, and out of hearing, he began working his way out of the playpen. It took time, and he fell more than once, but he was able to scale the sides and hop from there to the nearest counter, and from there it was easy enough to get to the small kitchen window that was left just open enough that he could squeeze through.

Finding his way back to his Soul was also easy. He could sense it now that he'd tasted it once; he could follow it anywhere now.

The human place was dark, and he wasn't sure how to get in, but luckily some friendly elder evolutions spotted him and offered him a ride to where he was going. They deposited him on the windowsill of the room his Soul rested in, and he thanked them for their help. They chimed their acknowledgement and floated back to what they were doing before, as he placed his paws on the glass and peered inside.

The room was lit up by the moon behind him, and by the flickering of his flame. He could see the many human machines resting quite around the room, and next to the window a bed, where the outline of his Soul could be seen under the blankets. But as he watched, the blankets shifted, and his Soul blinked awake, bright silver eyes turning to catch the similar ones looking back from the outside. His Soul didn't look surprised, or scared, instead, with trembling too thin limbs, he pulled the blanket away and eased himself to his feet, before slowly shuffling over to the window.

His Soul looked at him, and he looked back, then his Soul reached up to unlatch the window, swinging it open so there was no longer a barrier between them.

He couldn't help himself, the instant he could, he grabbed his Soul and held on tight, the overwhelming feeling of loss, of being incomplete all rushing back now that he had truly found the solution. His Soul gripped him back, gently, and he knew his Soul felt the same.

They stayed that way for a bit, enjoying each other's company, but there was still something important to be done, so reluctantly he let his Soul go, catching his eyes and gesturing out, away from the human place. His Soul looked at him, then looked out, then back at him, and then he nodded. They decided his Soul would most easily escape through the window, given it was only one story up, and he was able to ask the friendly older evolutions for help lowering his Soul safely. It was still a process, but they landed without any problems, his Soul looking to him for directions.

He cooed happily–they were so close–and directed his Soul to a place he knew had exactly what they needed. It wasn't a long walk, but riding on his Soul’s shoulder was faster than he could ever manage on his own, and something about being on his Soul's left made the core of him heat in a fuzzy way completely unrelated to his fire typing. It felt like being home. He hoped his Soul felt the same way.

Their leisurely walk lead them to a wrought iron gate that wasn't locked. Inside he lead his Soul on a winding trail between old stones and fresh flowers, until they reached a place deep within, where stood a newer stone, surrounded by bits and bobs, several unlit candles, and in the center a single picture frame of two humans in black and white.

His Soul knelt in front of the picture, one shaking hand coming to rest on the stone it sat upon. There was something inside there, as a fire type and a ghost type he could sense the bundle that had once been a human but was now soft ashes. He suspected his Soul knew it was there too. He patted the stone gently, like a friend, then lifted a single finger to trace the name written above it.

“Emmet…”

He had heard that name before. Sometimes the humans in Green mentioned it, and the human in yellow sometimes acted as if it was his name. He wasn't sure, but when his Soul said it he felt something inside him stir.

“... I'm so tired…”

His Soul's voice was almost a whisper, and that felt fundamentally wrong in so many ways he couldn't explain. He chirped and patted the hand that was back to resting on the stone. His Soul smiled, a small invisible thing, and lay down right there, his head resting above where the hidden ashes lay.

“Thank you” His Soul murmured, before closing his eyes, as if going to sleep.

He crooned back, one paw patting his Soul’s cheek softly.

It was finally time.

He steadied himself, not wanting to get over excited and ruin everything. His Soul didn't make a sound as he began to devour his essence, his flickering flame growing larger and brighter as he took in more and more, and his Soul's body grew cold and still. Finally, finally, when he felt almost fit to burst, the soul snapped free completely, and the body stopped moving.

His flame felt like a bonfire, and every single part of him buzzed with energy, wanting to be used, to be thrown out as an attack, or properly devoured to be used later, but he held it steady. He moved away from the empty body and over to one of the abandoned candles that was in better shape than the rest, still upright and having most of its wick and wax. He stood next to the candle, checking for safety, before he bent his own wick to touch the other.

He held it there, waiting for the flame to take, worry bubbling up inside that his instincts might have led him astray the more seconds passed without the other candle lighting.

Then, with a loud, rushing wail, the soul he was holding was yanked away, and the candle across from him burst to light with a brilliant teal flame!

Tiny silver eyes, exactly like his own, peered open slowly, the other chirping in confusion. He chirped back, and the other looked at him more directly, paw nubs fiddling nervously.

“Em…Emmet?”

The other whistled.

“I am Emmet!” He replied.

Wait… hold on… that's… that's right wasn't it? That was his name, he was Emmet. He was Emmet… so the other was…

“INGO!!!” He threw himself at his brother, flaming tears pouring down his face.

“EMMET! OH EMMET!” Ingo was crying too, their nubby little paws trying to hold onto whatever they could. Both of them were overcome with emotions, their flames flickering wildly and their wax melting and reforming as they cried molten tears of both joy and sorrow.

When others showed up later looking for them, they would find two litwick and an incredibly distressing scene in the early morning light, but for now they clung to each other as the first light of the sun gently peeked over the horizon.

AWAAAAAAAAA

SOBBINGGGGGGG THIS IS WONDERFUL AND I LOVE IT

the lil litwick bois 🥺

you have permission from me to post it to AO3!! I'm ZephyrRhiesFyrian over there too

candle anon will have to crawl out from the rafters of this blog and tell us if they have an AO3 account

[cosmicjoke]

Just adding this on, but this isn't an attempt on my part or an encouragement to harass these people, though I'm sure everyone reading this already knows that. Just a means of letting others know who's behind at least some of the harassment lately.

Alright, well, here comes the call-out post that I promised anon. Have fun with it, I guess. It's about to get long, folks. A group of @tsuki-no-ura followers, who's been obviously vague posting about me for months at this point, specifically targeting every topic I discuss on my blog by making counterarguments to it on their blog, even though I never directed any of my analysis posts or anything else at them, nor has anything I've ever written been in direct response to anything they've written, is certainly behind at least some of the harassment. And other than the times I've tried having conversations with tsuki in the past, when I used to follow them, and wanted to discuss their posts with them, which almost always went ignored, I haven't at all addressed them or made reference to them, either implied or specifically, in any of my analysis posts. I only made reference to them a few weeks back when I found out that they'd essentially said my defense of Levi's violence was tantamount to Nazism, which I wasn't going to let stand. That's the only time I've ever directly referenced them. And yet, every time I make an analysis post, a counterargument to it magically appears on their blog the same day or a few days later, something that was brought to my attention by a mutual of mine. I had no idea until a couple weeks ago that this was happening, because I stopped following them more than a year ago, and only just recently blocked them. But they're obviously stalking me. And, inevitably, every time they do this, a slew of anon hate messages get sent, both to me and various other blogs that I follow, or that follow me. This isn't a coincidence:

@clearavenuelover, @66honeybadgers, and I'm sure various other of their groupies, are the ones almost assuredly largely behind the anonymous attacks on Levi blogs over the last, several months. They start out with their passive-aggressive bullshit, and eventually, of course, it turns to outright hostility, because that's just who these people are. @clearavenuelover purposefully tagged me in one of tsuki's posts, and so obviously they're aware of their followers harassing other Levi fan blogs. This is the link to the post they tagged me and other Levi fan blogs in: https://www.tumblr.com/tsuki-no-ura/739123803956854784/okay-so-here-i-come-with-my-discourse-causing

And yet more evidence that these people all congregate in the same circles and circle-jerk each other over how they think they're "winning" some non-existent contest against me and other Levi fan blogs.

And look who liked this answer as soon as it was put up:

And here @66honeybadgers is again, name-dropping tsuki-no-ura while they continue to harass me:

And this is clearly the same douche-bag that asked me a few weeks back if I considered myself a "Levi expert", and has now, over the last two days, continued to harass me for daring to express my opinion about Levi on my own blog, dropping the "friendly" act and showing their outright hostility:

This is clear harassment from a very specific corner of the fandom, mainly, surprise, surprise, eruri shippers, or even just Erwin stans who want to make everything about him, and get angry at anyone who dares to express any different view from the ones they hold, to the point of actively seeking out and stalking our blogs, hate reading our posts, going into our inboxs and sending us anonymous hate messages, trying to cram their opinions down our throats and then getting upset when we don't listen or accept their views. And then they want to go around acting like they're all the victims. What a joke these people are. Anyway, I just thought I should make this post so that actual Levi fan blogs can know to avoid and block these assholes. I can't say if they're behind ALL of the harassment, but they're certainly behind some of it, and it's good to expose them because they're cowards, and once they've been exposed, they won't have the fucking balls to continue.

[slushi-puppi]

Hello!! before we begin, this blog is 18+ only

last updated on May 6th, 2025

please DNI: minors, blank or ageless blogs, ED/ANA blogs, Homophobes, Transphobes, Racists

Please respect my DNI and my boundaries (found below). I also block freely and without shame, I have a fragile mental state that I am working on.

for everyone else, my intro is below the cut <3

for anyone interested, I recently made a thr0ne and f4nsly! I will be updating it regularly and adding lingerie for new pics <3

slushi-puppi's intro 🐾

Helloooooo every puppy! as a basic summary, I am a 19 year old Agender dog thing from the US. I currently use he/it pronouns. Dms and Anons are on.

Basic information~

Names you can call me on the daily: Basil (thats me!!!), Slushi, Pup, or puppy

My pronouns are he/it/fae! I'm starting to experiment with neopronouns, so things are definitely going to be updated more :3

i started hrt on 3/4/25, and don't plan to take any breaks

I have an amazing girlfriend, and we are poly but date separately

Hot trans people to the front!! I'm T4T, and am open to meeting new people :33

the easiest way to describe my gender is Lost Dog. But I use the term Agender if you're curious. I'm also Queer

I'm a therian of sorts! I align myself with coyotes, Australian Shepherds, and German shepherds

I'm physically disabled. I use a cane often, and Ibuprofen is my best friend anymore

it is important to know that I have C-PTSD, BPD, AuDHD, and am a OSDD-1b system.

also, I struggle to keep up with most conversations, it is nothing personal, I am simply awful at talking to others. I promise I'm not mad, like.. ever.

My tags~

*i don't have any other tags rn, I'll update when I do <3*

posts made by yours truly: #basil barks

answering asks: #basil barks back

my pics: #puppis pics

NSFW stuff~

*NSFW interactions are welcome as of march 30th*

I occasionally post pics, but never of my face (if I like you enough and we happen to be mutuals, you will see my cute face hehe)

I'm a vers switch! I have a sub bottom lean, but I'm fine with whatever suits the mood of the scene!

I don't really enjoy titles when feeling dominant, but things are bound to change :]

Pet names and things I like to be called overall are:

Mutt

puppy/pup

slut

whore

cumdump

faggot

pretty boy

bunny

honeybee

I happen to be into quite a bit! the list has gone down recently, but they are in order of how much I enjoy them.

**BE SAFE, DO YOUR RESEARCH FIRST, PRACTICE RACK**

Breeding (but no pregnancy)

Pet play (puppy or bunny<3)

CNC

Hypno

Bondage

**there is definitely more, but I cannot remember the rest as of right now. these are the big ones hehe**

here's my bdsm test results! these are of as march 18th:

WHAT I AM NOT INTO:

I have done a bit of experimenting, but some I just don't want to try. please understand I have no hate for those that do participate in the following. it is just not for me lol

Feet

pregnancy

feeder/feedee

older man/younger woman dynamics.

farting.

piss

masochism and sadism (trauma related reasons. as hot as they can be, I refuse to participate)

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if you read this all the way, consider reblogging! id love to meet more people, and I hope you'll stop by again :]

[allthesmutl0vers]

I'll be back

TW: Mentions of bullying/harassment, Swearing, Threats and Violence.

I am taking a mental health day or two. I have been receiving a lot of threats, hateful messages from an anon asker. (Posted under this post on my profile) these are not the only messages.

I was told I deserve to be r@ped everyday for the rest of my life, told to kill myself, that I deserve to die, told I should be eviscerated and r@ped in the street, my limbs chopped off, and so much more that quite frankly, doesn't need to be mentioned outside of the ask box or what has been answered already.

I have blocked this person via ask box and blocked a few new and empty profiles that have liked my content (for safety and privacy). But this is too much and I need a break and to get my head on straight again.

If I missed this person, I have a message for you:

I do know what it's like to be r@ped. I was, every damn day from the time I was FIVE until I was FOURTEEN. My first bf r@ped me, my ex did as well. So I know damn well what it's like.

It's one thing to not like what I post or what I write, it's completely different than telling me I deserve to die and to be tortured and r@ped every fucking day. You say I'm sick for writing stories that help me cope with my trauma (which I never got justice for, by the way), yet you sit there hiding being an anon ask like a fucking coward and try to tell me that I'm sick and perverse.

I sincerely hope that you get help, because normal people, GOOD people, don't wish that shit on ANYONE especially if they claim to have been a victim of it (like you say you are).

You wanted to break me? Fine. You did it. Congratulations. Here's a fucking gold star. 🌟

That's all for now, I'll be back when I'm alright again.

[newyorkstate-official]

I also want to give some recognition to the countless number of people in swing and red states who turned out to try and get their voices heard, only to be met by a backhanded slap to the face.

To be transparent, I am from upstate New York. I'm sure that much is obvious judging by some of the posts on here. And as many more of you know, it's fucking redder than all hell here. I saw Trump and Vance paraphernalia on countless cars and houses. I've seen the 'protect girls sports' signs. Confederate and Thin Blue line flags are common decor. So-called democratic cities are still disgustingly systematically segregated. It's the ugly side of New York they make sure they hide and never talk about.

Now, it's one thing to put up with decades of having your own state government neglect an entire region that houses over 6 million people unless it has something economic to offer the rest (ex. Micron, Erie Canal, Niagara Falls, etc.). It's quite another thing for self-labeled downstate liberals to completely disregard us as being a lost cause. I am just as fucking angry with the state of things here, but it's unbelievably insulting to say that an entire region is asking for it when the lack of government involvement keeps upstate-born folk systematically poor and under-educated. The phenomenon of poverty does not stop at fucking Yonkers, guys.

So yeah, to our southern and midwestern neighbors: I get it. To our brothers, sisters, and siblings who were born, raised, or consider their cultural identity as rural as cornbread and grits: I fucking see you.

I get having to put up with northerners telling you to "just move," as if there's anywhere on Earth that could possibly replace the unique culture and people you grew up with. Believe me, rural communities here in the North experience that shit first hand on the daily. Honestly, the fact that an alarming amount people are comfortable with disgracing and insulting an entire folkgroup— one that has vast communities of color and progressive contributions held-hostage by conservative gerrymandering— is fucking shameful. Civil rights are not a good-guy award that can only be won by good northerners. Half of that effort and progress is being driven by those dumb, rural folk because they're the ones living directly on the battleground.

To those feeling absolutely disheartened at the state of things right now, Do Not lose your Will to Fight. The voter turnout was so incredibly high this time around, and I AM proud of you all for that. Hell, Syracuse kicked that stupid bastard Brandon Williams out of office, which is INCREDIBLE.

I'm sorry that some of the biggest fascist cunts on planet earth are weaponizing your home states against you. Even to our beloved sister state to our south, Pennsylvania: I love you, and I'm sorry you couldn't pull through again for this election. I know so fucking many of you tried.

And to be very, PAINFULLY clear: this blog does not tolerate any form of hate. You WILL be blocked if you spouted bigoted shit OR any kind of speech shit-talking rural and southern folk. I do not post nkr respind to anon hate. I do not give that bullshit a platform. I know this is a blog focused on Everything New York, but I want to make it clear that this will never, Ever be a genuine hostile space to people from other states. Yes, even you, massachusetts-official.

I started this blog as a love letter to New York State, and I know there are people out there that see the good in their own states too. Please keep it going. Keep fighting for the collective wellbeing of our nation.

[sdv-confessions]

Hey there, I came to know of your blog (ironically) through one of those witch-hunting posts against you. I don't understand, why people are so mad about your questioning of what's wrong with c.ai...? (Apologies in advance, looooooong ask incoming...)

From what I've seen, c.ai's model creation and training is all done in-house, which means it's not running on any external model like ChatGPT or Claude.

Our team, responsible for pioneering large portions of the large language model field, set out to bring this technology directly to you. We are proud to be a full-stack AI company, meaning we do everything from training our own language models from scratch to building the user interface. This gives us the power to create personalized experiences that no other AI can match. In fact, this tight feedback loop with our passionate users has already proven itself as we’ve tuned both our model and UX to achieve the amazing daily usage times cited above. Source: https://blog.character.ai/character-ai/

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thank you very much for your asks, anon. this is the kind of response i was hoping for originally. i appreciate that you provided specific sources for your specific points. i haven't been able to find more details on c.ai's training and database either, so i dont have much to add. rest of the message is below the cut:

However, there doesn't seem to be much information on what exactly is being used to train c.ai - some people on R*ddit have chimed in but it's not 100% or backed up by any evidence.

See: C.AI trained on users. : r/CharacterAI And: What was the AI trained on? : r/CharacterAI

We can assume that c.ai is trained on popular stories, chats online, etc. including fanfiction, but the bulk of its training likely from user chats and data provided by users themselves. Ultimately though, regular laymans like us can't really be 100% sure what's going on within the company.

On its own, internet use takes up enough water and electricity, but this problem was slowly being mitigated with moves towards clean energy, especially in certain parts of the world. The introduction of cryptocurrency and now AI has completely upset the precarious balance we worked so hard and so long for. Not to bring in a completely different topic, but the Earth is on track to become completely unliveable (Earth is becoming ‘increasingly uninhabitable,’ scientists warn | The Independent) and the capitalist obsession with amassing wealth and uninhibited growth is definitely accelerating it. You can click on the links in the article and it'll take you to the reports that they took all the info from.

Anyway, back on topic: Regardless of what they personally believe, for people to tell their friends, fans, and communities to block and send hate to a single person for questioning the narrative on both sides is ins*ne. Imagine calling someone names and personally insulting them because they dared to ask for clear clarification. Blindly following the anti-AI trend is just as bad as blindly following the pro-AI trend.

I hope you're taking care of yourself mentally and emotionally. Please know that even if certain people on this site think being "morally right" gives them the right to be assholes, there are other people out there who still have common sense. And, idk, a country that's not exploding from the top down.

(Also, I totally agree with your stance on copyright. I grew up on bootlegs of American, Japanese, etc. media, and I'm seeing bootlegs of my childhood shows appearing these days. Fanfiction used to be literally illegal because of copyright. Great art is not made by pure originality - look at so many famous artists, they were originally trained by copying famous art themselves. Tolkien himself borrowed from many different sources to create LOTR. Entire genres and popular series are made from copying older works. If you don't want copycats, the only solution is not to put your work out there.)

[ofironandivory]

I think I'm gonna take a break from discourse so it doesn't become a bad habit and affect my mental health, so here's my stances and rent lowering shots:

Fiction only affects your reality if you allow it to and even then, fictional works can't dictate your choices and actions. If you genuinely believe that someone who's a kodocon is as bad as a real life child molester, but see no issue with those who enjoy gore and fictional murder, try to reflect on how to separate your disgust from your morality, especially when it comes to things you may deem sexual.

I am not comfortable with the presence of anyone who is attracted to underage folk (regardless if they're kids, teenagers, etc) regardless if there's any intent on acting on this attraction. Your thoughts don't define you but we wouldn't be able to form a coherent or safe bond anyway because of my black and white thinking. This is a boundary of mine as a victim and survivor of CSA, COCSA and CSAM.

Thought crimes aren't real and fictional characters will never be more important than real people. I may dislike or even hate the characters or content you post about, but I'll always support your right to share your interests and thoughts without being censored.

Don't involve me in system discourse, I am not plural and therefore don't consider my opinion worthy of being heard over systems and plurals. My general stance is: if you aren't someone's doctor or if you weren't directly asked, your two cents on their mental health/diagnosis is entirely irrelevant and worthless.

My comfort sharing F/Os varies depending on the characters. I don't care if you are okay with doubles of F/Os, don't come to my inbox to act holier than thou because it just makes you sound like a bitch.

Asks trying to upset me about sharing won't work, I know I'm the only right person for my F/Os and they make sure I know they couldn't care less about anyone else. And I'm vocally nicer about it than they are. Frankly, most rude hate asks just get used as jerk off material, so do what you will with that information. Anything else is just ignored and blocked, I have too much on my plate to care about that.

I will not label our interactions. If you want to consider me your friend, that's your choice, the same applies to any other type of bond, outside of romance. Mutuals, friends, enemies, whatever you choose just remember I had no part in picking that status and won't jump through hoops to fit into non-communicated expectations.

I don't send anon asks and have dealt with stalkers and harassers in the past. If you receive hateful messages from "me" block the sender, rest assured I will still be on your dash because it was just something sent by impersonators. On that note, if I notice you're interacting with my harassers (check this post for clarification), I will block you with no warning, since warning people about them triggers their DARVO response.

And lastly, please remember that you are dealing with a real human being when interacting with me. You don't need to be demeaning or needlessly cruel, it doesn't affect me as much as it does others, but it's still just a waste of both our times and energies. The block button is everybody's friend, don't be upset if you need to block me or if I block you.