#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)

[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."

[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

[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.

[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.

[biowho]

maybe if you fixed your personality and stopped being bitter you'd manage to make friends and have a community I guess! or at the very least be a happier person. xx

What on god's green earth drove you to copy and paste and ask that's a comment someone else left on one of my posts? A comment mind you that I've hopefully cleared up with the person who left it because it stemmed from a misunderstanding I cause because of my shortcomings and insecurities

I've already made a note to talk to my therapist about it during my next session, you don't need to bring it up again. I'm aware I have a shit personality and come off of as bitter. If you must know I struggle with depression and abysmal self-worth. I'm constantly trying to better myself - it's obviously not working and it hasn't been for a long time. Every day is a struggle in it's pathetic how hard it is for me to function and not pull the victim card every five minutes. You're not helping by bringing something up that has been laid to rest

Tumblr user biowo formerly housederiva is an incredibly pretentious leach and is a toxic blight to the dragon age community. Is that the truth you want me to voice in my response? I'm an annoying child flailing my arms and screaming for someone anyone to pay attention to me and I bitch about the fact no one does even though thousands of people do

I'm sorry for the toxicity I've brought to the fandom, it was never intentional, it is a repeating pattern with me that I am very apparently unable to break. I'm sorry to every person I've involuntarily insulted or angered with a post or a reply. I'm sorry to everybody who's rightly rolled their eyes at something I've said before they've blocked me. I'm sorry to every person who I've reblogged from with an addition out of the tags or in them. I'm sorry I take up space here when it is much more deserving to be given to someone else. I'm sorry I haven't tagged for spoilers when I should or used a fandom critical tag when one is needed. I'm sorry I post things here that have nothing to do with Dragon Age or Mass Effect because we all know I love attention and I'll do anything to get it. I get no validation in the real world so my only option is to turn to Tumblr and you're right, that is extremely pathetic. I'm sorry I respond to anon hate and ignore genuinely thought provoking asks or questions and force you to scroll past things like pointless response like it's a malware popup on your dash

[santae-salt]

the following was submitted by an anon ive spoken with, i copied it into a post so that i can add a cut as it is quite long. enjoy - i will add screenshots at the end of the conversation they reference.

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hi! a nonny asked why we dont like walmert. my story is too long for a comment, so i'm submitting it as an ask.

i was in the discord when beta launched. i didnt talk much; i made some passing friends, got along fine with staff, no problems. my favorite thing to do on the site was restock my shop, which was one of the top 10 at the time, and on the side i liked to quest.

walmert was newly formed and its members were telling players not a part of their group that their price points were wrong for moral reasons. they called these users scalpers, resellers, capitalists, etc. not nice words, and cushioned to avoid staff punishment. they said other shop owners were trying to profit off fellow players and that walmert’s goal was to lower prices across the board and create a standardization of pricing. sounds good on paper, but thats still market manipulation and not my thing. plus, at the time, they were pricing things in an unprofitable way (often below NPC price points) to crater the market, which obviously wasn’t good for solo players. i said in chat that i disagreed with their practice. for one, i didnt want to join a group to run my store effectively. my time was valuable, too, and i would not restock my store if i wasn't going to make a reasonable profit. walmert argued for a lot of things that made that hard, like only being able to charge double an item’s NPC price. they wanted staff reinforcement for this. for items that NPCs sell for under 1k, double is just not worth it for me. but my concerns (and others’) didn’t matter to walmert players. it seemed to me like they wanted control above all else, and anyone who disagreed was an enemy to be ostracized.

in one discussion, i posted a gif of barbie talking about the trains being on time. it was meant to be a joke with another user about how serious the insults on the discord had become. walmert questioned people’s morality over pet site prices. even joke prices (a staple on pet sites: list something silly or that you’re proud of for max price) were bad in their eyes. i saw them repeatedly complain about a usershop with a green balloon listed at max price when balloons were big drama. the shop owner came in and said it was a joke, and they still hated on them for it. no one was going to buy that balloon. hence, barbie crying about being called a fascist. we can all laugh at that, right?

WRONG.

walmartyr mode activated. fluffmarshmallowpuff assumed the barbie gif was a personal attack. i tried to deescalate, saying they wouldn’t be mad if they took time to look at what was actually being said. they accused me of making fun of them from the start. i was not -- i was engaged in the discussion and sharing my opinion, which was just not the same as theirs, but they didn't understand that, even when i said plainly that we disagreed. they villainized me for it. mods had to step in.

the only thing i did that was actually making fun of them was using a rolling eye emoji reaction when they doubled down on their accusation of me mocking them after i had already said that wasn’t the case. that's it. mods even removed it at some point. i apologized to the mods for doing it, they said something to the effect that they saw it got heated but don’t stoke the flames if you can avoid it (which that emoji react did, so fair play), and all was well.

i do other stuff for the rest of the day. the next day, i come back and fluffmarshmallowpuff posted an apology to the channel at large. i block them. i stop looking at santae discord for a while. santae adds loot boxes. i stop updating my shop and play other games.

(something important to note for the next thing that happens: i said in the screenshots above that i said i dont quest. thats not true, i misspoke. i didnt quest for my main income, but i DID quest for fun.)

i find out sometime later that someone had been screenshotted buying from fluffmarshmallowpuff's store and pilloried as a reseller. it sounded like that user was me, based on the timing and that i had accidentally bought from fluff’s store without checking the username before. fluffmarshmallowpuff accused this other player of buying from their store to upsell the items. which is not against the rules…

... and maybe not what the person they screenshotted was doing anyway? sometimes while i was questing, even if i had the quest item in my shop, i would hit the one-click buy to purchase and complete the quest. the site doesnt let you pull directly from your shop if your item isn’t the lowest priced, and i didnt want to waste time switching up interfaces and removing the item from my store. i've never bought something from another user's store to upcharge in mine because i know it bothers some users and i dont want to get on their bad side. and im not the only one who doesn’t want to bother removing stuff from their shop to quest. Morrie stated on the forums that there plans to implement a cash shop item that will allow us to pull items from our shop from the one-click option even if they’re not the lowest priced, so it’s a built-in inconvenience.

ultimately, it turned out the screenshotted user was not me. but it couldve been. this pattern of shaming other users is so common that i credibly thought it was me. i want people to think about that. this user who was screenshotted could’ve been doing the same thing i was, unaware that buying from fluffmarshmallowpuff’s shop would get them harassed in front of the entire discord. and for the cherry on top of this ugly sundae, some of the people conducting this harassment had been buying out my shop and raising the prices in their own shops the whole time. they bought dozens of items at once. it was not subtle. they were doing the thing they accused other players of while smearing them for it.

im wary of the whole group as a result and don't want to play with them, full stop. i have no idea how many of them condone what happened to me and the screenshotted player, but i know they didn't kick fluffmarshmallowpuff out, so they must be OK with it to some degree. i'm not. if i have to block them all to quest without having to worry about who i buy from and how much i buy, i will.

---- end anon submission

here are some screenshots of the conversation theyre referencing. anon is the user blocked out in black. i didnt screenshot the whole thing, just parts relevant to the aforementioned gif. normally i would have cropped around the user blocked out in pink but as the gif was directed at them, i think its important to see that they didnt seem upset by it.

as always, please dont harass any users mentioned/shown.

[brynnsasha191]

https://www.tumblr.com/baldwinhearts/753792475477557248/if-what-im-going-to-say-upsets-you-please-block?source=share

what the fuck did i just read?

I'm almost angry at you because I had to read that in order to respond to you, anon. I honestly have the same question as you, what the fuck did I just read?

I think it's funny how they mention that Alicent represents so many types of abuse and how Alicent suffered marital rape when Alicent literally enabled her son to abuse and rape servants, and most likely made sure that Helaena suffer marital rape. Yes, Alicent is the reason Helaena and Aegon are married. No, Aegon is not a good husband.

"Mostly he just ignores you, unless he's drunk" Okay so maybe Helaena consented but that doesn't change the fact that Hel was completely neglected until her husband drank and drank and was probably not gentle. Despite the retconning, I remember all.

TG can call Rhaenyra all the names they want until they're blue in the face, it will never be true. They claimed that Rhaenyra slept with a man who didn't want it, I'm sorry but I laughed. Rhaenyra sleeping with Cole was completely consensual, and completely not Nyra's fault. She was drunk, very drunk, if he truly didn't want it then he should've told her NO and taken her back to her room. Regret isn't the same as never wanting it in the first place. Cole clearly never learned that you shouldn't sleep with someone drunk while you're sober. Even Fabian says Cole completely consented.

People act like Rhaenyra slept around SO MUCH. Nyra has slept with four people in her entire life. And she had a good reason for sleeping with someone else during her marriage to Laenor, she needed to provide heirs to TWO great houses. For the last time, her sons are not bastards, they were accepted by Laenor as his sons, as Corlys and Viserys' grandson's by all those men. They are legitimate because Laenor and Corlys say they are. Stay mad, they aren't bastards.

Yes, Rhaenyra feels entitled to the throne because it's hers. She is Viserys named heir, his first child. Aegon being his first son means nothing because she's his heir. I won't get into the great council rn but rest assured that it matters.

Alicent sleeping with Cole could be considered empowering but only because Alicent had deluded herself and her stans into thinking she's suffered more than anyone on earth and this is her way to freedom. Other than that, it's entirely hypocritical. Alicent is using Cole as her whore, telling him "it can't happen again" and then taking him away from his post and into her bed which led to the death of Jaehaerys. "But they have a connection 🥹" yes so did Cole and Nyra, they believed they really cared about each other. Also TG would make the argument that Alicent was a dutiful wife for years. But that doesn't change that Alicent slept with Cole OUTSIDE OF MARRIAGE which is what she hated Rhaenyra for in S1. That's the definition of hypocrisy.

I truly don't understand why Nyra having sex is horrible of her but Alicent having sex is empowering. Nyra was trapped by her father who just wanted to marry her off without a thought for her wishes, she was trying to fight for her claim when no one thought she deserved or was capable of it. So she had sex with someone she had feels for and she's a slut. Okay whatever.

Alicent is not the saint TG thinks she is. She's the most delusional narcissists in this show. Rhaenyra is not close to an entitled brat and Rhaenyra has suffered a whole hell of a lot more than Alicent. And since it was offered, I immediately blocked this person. I was too tired and angry to make this coherent but whatever

[henrysglock]

so what you’re saying is only you can take two characters who clearly don’t love eachother and ship them but when the whole fandom ships something only you say isn’t love they’re all wrong and you’re right and we’re not allowed to ship it because you don’t like it? sound about right? get over yourself. you’re making the tag no fun hating on the rest of us for a popular ship. you’re outnumbered and quite frankly, wrong. nobody but you and your few buddies understands why you hate patty. and stop telling us “well then write your own fics there’s no creelby fics” some of us have better things to do than be chronically online obsessively writing our favorite character getting dicked down. we’re able to enjoy our characters without having to write stuff like that. leave us be with our normal popular ship and we’ll leave you and your weird groomy and rapey porn be.

I'm so confused. I haven't bitched about ships in the Henry tag for months. I haven't discussed hentty at all in months, let alone tagging my posts with the ship name. Deadass. You're making up a guy to get mad at.

you’re making the tag no fun hating on the rest of us for a popular ship.

I literally have no fucking idea what you're talking about. I don't engage with "the tag" (I assume hentty or creelby? Which...*I* coined creelby, by the way. It was the original tag for Henry/Patty lavender relationship. So. Suck on that, ig), and I don't talk ships in the Henry tag outside of like. Posting my fics. Which a decent number of Henry fans seem to enjoy. So...Sue me.

And if your ship was sooooo popular, then there would be more than ten total fics in the Patty tag on ao3, the tag wouldn't be fucking dead 24/7, and more of the fics she does get included in would feature her as something other than a goddamn background character. Do better. Anyway.

nobody but you and your few buddies understands why you hate patty.

I don't hate Patty. I was, in fact, very clear about the fact that I do not hate Patty. I like Patty's character. Canonical Patty is a very complex and engaging character.

some of us have better things to do than...[write] our favorite character getting dicked down. we’re able to enjoy our characters without having to write stuff like that.

Well aren't you a beacon of moral purity in my sea of degeneracy :)

leave us be with our normal popular ship and we’ll leave you and your weird groomy and rapey porn be.

Caaaareful Anon. [Lucas voice] Normal is a raging psychopath.

I don't go out of my way to bother anyone. If people are bothered, they're welcome to block me. You've gone out of your way to dump this massive, steaming pile of shit in my inbox.

Lest we forget:

I've been telling you people to leave me alone. So how about you go ahead and leave me alone, hm?

Next time, I'm just blocking you. Cheers.

[sunder-the-gold]

Listen, please understand that people like me are doing our best to see things from your perspective. You are a cis white male living in a deep-red flyover state. I get that you don't exactly have a lot of motivation to support BIPOC or 2SLGBTQ+ people. But you also need to see that we aren't asking you to support us, but at least you could stop helping people who want us dead?

I think the part that confuses me the most is that this shouldn't even be a hard choice. If you want to broadcast what a hardcore rad-trad right-wing ultra conservative you are… Then OKAY I guess?? You do you. But how exactly does reblogging R-slur filled posts from Bronys like r4cs0 and takashi0 help you do that? I would think that reblogging from people who jerk off to clop porn would be the opposite of what a conservative would do!

So all we are asking is that you unfollow and block a group of people who sexually objectify characters from a children's cartoon show. And then you can go back to bragging about how hard you are going to vote for Trump in November. This seems like a win-win to me.

Hey, @r4cs0, @takashi0, you've got cowardly anonymous character-assassins making the rounds.

I haven't even seen or registered r4cs0's name in forever, and I'm fairly sure I haven't reblogged anyone saying the word "retarded".

But God save us from mean words, because the Far Left sure don't restrain themselves from wishing death and rape on anyone who opposes them.

Really hilarious how Anon wrings their hands about other people disapproving of their life-style while turning around and trying to shame you for what they claim is yours.

(It sure wasn't Bronys who made a mockery of the Last Supper at the Paris Olympics. Exchanging Jesus Christ's message of self-sacrifice and forgiveness for Dionysius' debauchery and hedonism.)

Yet I'm supposed to be the conservatively religious bigot, according to Anon! As though what I'm trying to conserve isn't the American tradition of freedom, as laid out in the Bill of Rights of the Constitution.

The same document that Frederick Douglas was also told (by Marxists) was written by rich white slavers to keep the black man down, until Fred actually read the document and spent the rest of his life championing it as the best model by which all men could enjoy legal equality, liberty, and peace.

Anon also doesn't want me to treat non-'white' people poorly, but they want to make absolutely sure that I know that they see me as 'white' and that I should see myself as 'white', too. Who's the racist?

Which 'white'? I've got no Anglo-Saxon or Germanic heritage in my Irish/Italian mix. And that's setting aside how much the Irish-Americans and Italian-Americans hated each other before I came to be, as a fourth-generation unhyphenated American of the USA.

Anon, I only give a shit about my skin color because I biologically cannot gain a tan for any protection from the sun... and because your political cult think I ought to be shamed and punished for the accident of my birth.

I think Europeans demonstrated great capability by conquering the majority of the planet, and if God's not real and there's no truth but Power, then "might-makes-right" is as legitimate a morality as any other.

But God is real so thankfully He used the imperialism of mere mortals to spread His message of mercy and love so far and deep into the anglosphere that appealing to such virtues seems to Anon like a good way to convince people to do what Anon wants.

Those arguments certainly proved good enough in the anglosphere to bring an end to the Western slave trade, while the Islamic slave trade continues to this day in open-air markets in Libya.

Anon should try appealing to those virtues in Islamic nations and see how far it gets them. Maybe as far as the roof and then the short trip back down to ground-level.

How about in China? Try asking the people of Tibet or the Uyghur Muslims about Communist mercy. Ask the people of India and Pakistan how China respects their dependence on the water of the rivers flowing into their borders from China.

[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.

[the-indigo-disk]

HELLO WORLD!! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

My name is Mirato, and I'm a student at Naranja-Uva and a champion ranked trainer!! My pronouns are he/they!! You may know me as the guy who took down all the titan Pokémon, and the one who went down into area zero with his twin and all of his friends!!

If you have any questions, be sure to let me know! Unlike someone I know, I'm very open to anything and everything you may wanna ask! So ask away!! >:)

Since my team is public knowledge anyways, I might as well put them here!! I have a few more, but they're NOT public knowledge! And very dangerous!! So you don't get those. ꃋᴖꃋ

(Url ic is currently Aqua-Step. Rest of the ooc under cut!)

This blog is directly linked to @the-teal-mask

Hello!! This is the same person that runs @psn-stalling, so follows and likes come from there! My name is Castor/Midnight, and I use he/they/it pronouns. Down here I'll explain the rules, and just some general background for these two!

Leto and Mirato are both Juliana and Florian, but I wound up renaming them to try to stick more to the past/future themes of the game rather than having their names be referring to how they're school students like how their canon names are. Here, at some point the professor's time machine malfunctioned before getting fixed, so that's why they both have past/future paradoxes! The professor is intentionally left vague, and you guys can interpret who it was however you want!

Also, you may be wondering why their urls are different ic than ooc. Well, these two haven't gotten through the dlc yet, so they won't change until after they get through their respective events! They're post The Way Home, and they'll be here until I'm able to buy the Scarlet dlc myself. Spoilers aren't a big deal for me, the mun, since I've played Violet's dlc and I know they're not different at all aside from version exclusives. However, asks including spoilers for the characters will be deleted!

Now, here's the rules!

The only blogs I ask to not interact are overly meta ones! Other than that, as long as you follow my boundaries, everyone else can interact!

Ic hate is more than fine here too! The moment it's not clear if it's ic or ooc, then it'll be deleted. If it's clearly ooc you'll be blocked.

Both of these two are minors, so if you try to do anything nsfw you'll be blocked immediately. There are no exceptions to this. Normally I'm okay with a few mild suggestive jokes, but since these two are fourteen I'm not okay with it on their blogs.

If I take some time getting to your ask/reblog, please don't take it personally! As active as I am on here I do get pretty busy sometimes, so it might take me a few. I also just sometimes don't know how to respond to things, so I apologize if that happens.

Pelipper mail: On, but VERY selective

Pelipper malice: Off

Musharna mail/malice: Off

Magic anons: Off

Thank you for reading this!

[bangtannism]

this space is filled with jm solos and people who give too much thought to jm solo narratives

which is why i'm confused that jk biased jkkers (as that anon said even ones that are critical and weird towards jimin) were also upset with the way jk was acting. if it was just jm biased jkkers and solos, i could see it as people using jk for a ship and not liking/supporting him if he steps out of that "perfect boyfriend" and "jm's caretaker" narrative that isn't true or at least isn't ALL he is, but JK BIASED twisting his intentions and actions? that's just crazy....

idk if it's people now seeing jikook (and more so jk) outside of edits and fics or just taekook interacting, but it needs to stop before people become even worse jk (and tae/taekook) antis

i'd love to look at the jikook tag after a ays episode without being made to feel like i'm insane or "supporting bullying and abuse" 😭

there's a few things going on here.

like i mentioned, jm solo narratives permeate this part of fandom. it sucks, but it is what it is, and unfortunately these people tend to flock together, creating an echo chamber that can look to those outside of it as a popular opinion or consensus. the infantilizing of jm is not only maddening, but deeply disrespectful, and if these people really loved him, they wouldn't be doing it.

people are far too impressionable. this goes hand in hand with the first point, but people are swayed extremely easily and the more they see the same sort of opinion, the more they convince themself that the opinion is right. when ays episode 1 first dropped, the first few hours were peaceful and it was clear that the majority of people came away with a positive feeling. once a couple of negative opinions got posted, people started to latch onto that negativity, letting other people's feelings tarnish their experience, and soon it was all over the tag. jk was being weird, distant, uncaring, mean, etc.

the seedier people in this fandom feel vindicated whenever someone says some nasty opinion about a member/ship they dislike and it prompts them to get louder. think about how much more outspoken bigots get when they think they're around like minded people. every single time a shitty take gets posted, be that an original post or an anon message, more people feel that it's okay to also be shitty. this happened bad when tae was announced to be joining jkk in jeju. the tae antis were suddenly all over the damn tag like cockroaches. 🥾🪳

i do think there is a lot of people who are being forced to contend with the fact that jkk are not story book characters living a sacharrine sweet perfect fantasy life where all they do is cuddle and sing each other's praises. sorry to break it to these people (i'm not), but jm and jk are very real people who are a lot more complex than that. they are going to tease and joke and complain and argue and all the rest of the stuff that every other person does. they are also not going to be in the same mood 24/7 and that too is going to affect how they behave and interact. there is nothing concerning about how jkk (or vmk) have interacted on ays so far, let alone something that constitutes the label of abuse. that accusation actually pissed me off beyond belief, because abuse isn't a fucking term to throw around over someone being jokingly sprayed with water.

my best advice to anyone at this point is to use that block button freely and curate a good fandom space for yourself and others. and also just to remember that vmk love each other dearly and no amount of sad internet hate is going to change their reality.