#this is tumblr�� the place you're supposed to fucking share the stuff that your friend's and other people are making

[ghostoffuturespast]

Honestly, getting real tired carrying and supporting other folks around here when most of them aren't returning the favor...

[emersonfreepress]

help i'm alive

So! Long time, no see. 2023 was a whole goddamn lot lol

I don't have a demo update to share yet, but that's because I had to scrap nearly everything I managed to write during a very, very, very bad stint of writer's block last year. I hadn't even realized it had been a block like that until I went over my work so far last month and realized it was bad -- like, trust me; a slog to read that didn't even sound like me. It's been extremely frustrating but I've finally broken free of that and it's been easy and actually fun to write again for the first time in actual years. I just hate giving updates that have no actual news in them. And I really had nothing to share other than: I deleted thousands of words and feel so much better now 😅

Anyway, little about my demo plans have changed: I'm still putting out the Chapter 3 demos in Choicescript/on Dashingdon and then will be going dark to move things over to Twine. Where I am in the process right now is... feeling like 35% done with the overhauled version of this chapter and 50% done for the next demo update.

As far as asks, I'm... not really sure what to do?? I believe I've read them all (I love you guys), but so much time has passed since getting most of them that I'm not sure if it's, like... still pertinent??? To go back and answer them?? I suppose some of them like character asks could be, but all the nice messages of support -- that feels weird since I've practically ghosted this blog since August! Idk. Y'all tell me what to do with 'em and I'll do it. Maybe I should make a poll.

Uh... that's really all there is to say regarding the game! I've added some personal stuff after the cut, but if you're done here: Thanks for reading and sticking around. It means the world, for real.

So what has occupied my time all this time? Doctor, therapy, money, and friends. And improv! But especially the first two. There was a lot of non-writing related stuff fucking up my ability to focus and write, so hopefully with my mind and body both feeling a lot better, I can get back to being present and active with the game. I didn't realize how physically unwell I was until last year and it's been like... life-long issues I've been treating. It turns out it's not normal to feel exhausted enough to sleep at any given time, at all times, for your whole life! wow!!

I also uninstalled Tumblr from my phone back in February, so you could say I'm sort of generally focused on offline life. (And what an interesting coincidence that my writer's block dissipated shortly after that...) I also just moved!! The last two weekends have been so expensive and stressful -_- But I can't even compare the old place to the new. We're basically paying the same price for idek how much more space. The cats are so happy; which means the house humans get to be happy.

My schedule is finally freed up from constant medical shit (there was a 3-month stretch this winter with multiple doctor appointments literally every fucking week 🙃🙃🙃). My mental health is doing a lot better -- literally incomparably better compared to where I was this time last year. There's live comedy now (which I dabble in, to be clear lol), but I've finally found myself able to like... balance it all. The physical and creative energy that goes into it all, anyway. The lovely thing about improv is that you kinda just show up and do your thing -- it doesn't cut into my writing time so much as it costs energy. Unless I end up in this comedy debate show thing next month, which I am very excited to give up writing time for

So like... Life is life-ing and I'm just vibing. Or something? I'll be around.

Thank you all again so much for your interest, support, patience, and readership <3

[amberinn]

Decided to share all my drdt related ideas so that you guys could hear about them at some point

Btw you can yoink and take and do any of those if y'want, with credit and stuff

Fuck 'm struggling with this... My lord

I also have MORE like 1/4th of a notebook+ pinboard full of those haha ;

It's a lot, believe me.

Eeveelutions!

Eevee - Min Jeung

Flareon - Ace Jockey (?)

Jolteon - J Moreno

Vapeoreon - Arei Nageishi 

Umbreon - Xander Matthews

Espeon - David Chiem

Leafeon - Hu Jing

Glaceon - Arturo Giles

Sylveon - Whit 

(Nucleon - Charles) (As in from Pokemon Uranium?)

Shiny eevee - Teruko

Shiny umbreon - Teruko post

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Say something

I can't

Then you havе forced my hand

Xander

Lower your weapon

No can do

Don't make me fight you, brother

Xander, Xander, Xander

Teruko, Teruko, Teruko

There is no price he won't pay

I am not letting you get in my way

*Teruko gets stabbed by Xander*

My brothers, why?

How are we supposed to trust you now?

Now your time has come, your luck's run out

Now, the time has come to shut you down

You relied on wit and then we died on it

Woah-oh-oh

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You can relax, my friend

Huh?

I can tell you're getting nervous

So do yourself a service

And try to relax, my friend

I'm fine, Eden

Think of all that we have been through

We'll survive what we get into

I know that you're tired of the war and bloodshed

Tell me, is this how we're supposed to live?

Look at how you grip your sword, enough said

Why should we take when we could give?

You could show a person that you trust them

When you stop and lower your guard

Here we have a chance for some adjustment

Give it a try, it's not that hard

I'm telling you

This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms

Whatever we face, we'll be fine if we're leading from the heart

No matter the place, we can light up the world, here's how to start

Greet the world with open arms

Greet the world with open arms

(Welcome)

Stay back (stay back)

My friend, greet the world with open arms

We're only here for food (food)

Six hundred friends are waiting for us to show our faces (food)

Stay back, I'm warning you (food)

If we don't get back safely

My men will turn this place into blazes (here you go)

See?

This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms

Whatever we face, we'll be fine if we're leading from the heart

No matter the place, we can light up the world, here's how to start

Greet the world with open arms

Greet the world with open arms

My friend, I wish that I could say that I agree

But look at the way this fruit is glowing and filled with glowing seeds

It took me a while to notice just what kind of fruit they eat

It's a lotus, it controls your mind and never lets you free

That's what we'd get with open arms

Lotus eaters

I'd like to show my friend that kindness is brave

Could you tell me where there's other food to eat?

(The cave)

A cave!

You're saying there's a cave where we could feast?

And where do we sail to find this food-filled cave?

(East, that way)

Thank you!

(Welcome)

This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms

I see in your face, there is so much guilt inside your heart

So why not replace it and light up the world, here's how to start

Greet the world with open arms

Greet the world with open arms

Greet the world with open arms

You can relax, my friend

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"you will be my girl my girl my girl my girl

you will be my world my world my world my world" - lyrics

Them repairing each others hearts

More papa susheria, ice creameria, donuteria brainrots 

Them during pride

‌The moment Charles realises hes in love

‌(Whit is making batter for cupcakes and has a sliver of cake mass on his cheek and Charles reaches up to brush it out as Whit turns to look at him)

Charwhit playing DS.

One really desiring the other

Them baking with each other

Both of them using Tumblr

Charles with a bnnuuyy (Whit with a bnnuuy too they adopt all the bnuuys the bunny couple everrrr)

‌Them dancing in the rain

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Them chilling in animal crossing esque room, on the island, fishing generally

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Charwhit fishing some sort of cool science fish 

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Rose Lacroix eating doritos

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Areden 

Sweet like honey

Sweet like a summer day

Sweet like honey

Sweet like a summer day

Sweet like honey

Sweet like honey honey

Sweet like honey

Sweet like a summer day~

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Whit pinning Charles down on the bed 

‌Whit protecting/shielding Charles from others when Charles is having a meltdown to give him some privacy

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He's a bombshell blonde, wired up to detonate 

I'm James Bond, live to die another day

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‌Charles distracting someone so Whit could sneak in 

Them meeting (Whit greeting a new neighbour)

Whit teaching Charles how to use a car

‌Charles and Whit creechurs 

Cat flower bouquets (also heart shaped for Whit OR Charles)

Whit on a really pretty pastel pink bike cycling to Charles

Them cuddling

Charles commenting how the cats in the village have been dissapeared along the same time monoTV agents have been appearing, Whit saving kittens from cages distracting monoTV

"Cha!" "What, do I call you Whits...?"

"No! Whit, not Whits"

The agents have left this area, you have now unlocked the flower garden!

You can use this location to collect flowers 

Them surrounded by flowers in a flower room

Charles and Whit catching some fucked up fish for a science experiment

- Them in different outfits

- Them in each others room (Charles, Whit)

- Them on the Night Market (Charles, Whit)

- Them flirting on the Night market (booths near each other)

- Zombie apocalypse setting

- Wearing each others clothes

Prince CHArming?

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That one song that goes 

"Argh ahh ahh shit, no no no no no no no no no no no, BITCH, SHIT NO, DAMN IT, FUCKING GOD, AGH, STUPID, goddamnit come on Man! Fuck, oh fucking god, fuck, no, why, good, no! Fucking kid.. whatever! Oh. No. ArGHH--"

For everything that goes wrong in drdt

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It really does give the Xander reaches for Teruko and dies, Teruko reaches for Xander and watches him die, Teruko isolates herself, Eden gives her hope narrative

https://youtu.be/ChVV5EVL4W4?si=TyHsL-VgXITQ7_rc

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It's Eden and her girlfriend Arei and her boyfriend Whit and his boyfriend Charles and his girlfriend Teruko and her girlfriend Veronika and her boyfriend Arturo

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Whitrei laying on the grass 

A sliver of grass on Whit's nose as he looks up, Arei digging the dirt and plomping it down on Whit's hand

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‌Charuko where Charles comes back with a grocery back and Teruko is the queen of the crows //both prompts are claimed by my bestie mercuriee theyre actually not up to being yoinked

‌Charuko where Charles and Teruko are plopped down on a lot of fluffy pillows in a nice bed

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‌Whit cuddling into Charles hand a blushing mess

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https://youtu.be/B85mAai1XZI?si=PHFr3tIL00sFJsIN

Iruoma  ?  And Harumiu irukawa....

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‌Whit finds Charles who is trapped in a mirror, lacking a real friend he befriends him

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Charwhit au where both of them fail to become ultimates and end up going to school that teaches programming

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Teruko:

Argh, it's just that... *brushes finger across a photo of Xander *

Whit: *snatches it and ties it to a brick and throws it out the window *     Isn't here!

Teruko:  WHIT.

Whit: out of sight out of mind, isn't he?

In a cool room

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Charwhit dancing in that snowball christmas decoration except the insides of that ball are their life

‌Charwhit inspired boba recipes

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https://youtu.be/ph9vQASpv6M?si=Ecu27a5yPsdPY9mt

Charwhit 

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Whit kissing Charles with a draining kiss

Whit kissing Charles collarbone

Charwhit in pokemon trainer gear with a litten between them

Charwhit sensually pre kissing in various shades

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Whit hanging out with Rose in winter outfits

Whit when Rose is painting 

Whit kissing Rose's nose while she is painting something 

Whit kissing Rose's cheek while she's having hot chocolate 

Whit kissing Rose's forehead while they're cuddling on the bed

Rose patting Whit's hair while they're sharing an electric blanket heating up

"It's such a rush, girl

Everytime we touch, girl"

They’re upstairs downstairs neighbours who fall in love au when - missmercuriee's idea

Au ideas where Whit is in a cute heart pink punkband of sorts idk and Rose loves it and is payed to design a poster for their next concert - missmercuriee's idea

Rosewhit slow dancing

Love grows where my (rose)mary goes by Edison light house but it’s just rosewhit - missmercuriees idea and i need to listen to the song

I like the dynamic of aloof quiet girl and loud flirty guy

I was thinking more over how Rose is struggling with everything that is traumatising and Whit is like a soft bandaid and a kiss and a hug

Also Whit describing to Rose what his mom looked like or showing her a picture and Rose sorta just doing her best to recreate a memory Whit has of her

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Mai wchodząca na egzamin wiedząć że always to podpaski 

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Taco - Puppeteer EPIC

Acevid - Wrecking Ball // mother mother

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He’d make hu jing play the zither for him and he’ll pretend like he doesn’t care but sometimes when he misses her he watches her concerts on YouTube to hear her voice and fall asleep - huturo, miss mercuriees idea

Ace with a galarian zigzagoon

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"can't we be seventeen?

is that so hard to do?

if you could let me in...

I could be good with you!"

"People hurt us

Or they vanish 

And you're right!

It really blows... 

But we let go

Take a deep breath 

And go buy some summer clothes!" 

Charuko 

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If I can, If I can give them all the execution

Then I can, then I can be your only execution

If I can have you back, I will run the execution

Though we are trapped, we are trapped ah

I've , I've studied how to properly LO-O-OVE

Question me question me I can answer all LO-O-OVE

I know the algerbratic expression of LO-O-OVE

Though you are free, I are trapped, trapped in LO-O-OVE

Execution

MIN

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Just imagine being human, hating your confusion

Denying 'til it's proven, laughing at illusion

Thinking institution's the solution

While tyranny and irony float in its pollution

Imagine reducing yourself to your name

Janet, you've got no one else you can blame

You've stuck all your conscience inside of your brain

Charwhit

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Rose is really artsy cause she’s the ultimate art forger so she makes Whit funny looking socks all the time //missmercuriee's idea

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Rocket ships will take off

Whether you're in them or not

And it's sad, but it's the truth 

The world will still turn without you

And when your bones turn to earth

You'll ask me---

What was I worth?

I'll simply plant a flower above you...

And you can watch it grow

You can watch it grow

You can watch it... grow

Whit

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Charuko where Charles buys Teruko tiger lily

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J Moreno 

Copyright copyright copyright copyright 

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Xander with a slip "take action" and red and blood

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Goals and values with Charles Cuevas and Whit

Charwhit red string of fate Whit tangles in it

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Charuko cuddling after an investigation 

Asking about Teruko's stitches 

gently touching through the clothes 

Curled up into Charles body 

Sighing 

Teruko holding onto Charles for protection and from pain 

Charuko where they're at a shop looking over at their wedding bands (the newly weds)

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"Nicolas, take the animals from the living room. Now"

"Ma... My name's Nico...?" ;

(While they're reading a book or something)

"Yes 

Yes

Yes

Yes

Yes

Yes

Yes"

Stop spamming me, what the fuck I'm on the stage 

Sorry, my phone crashed 

Honest mistake? My bad

Xanvid

Arei: Mamo, jak to jest mieć najlepszą córkę na świecie?

M: Nie wiem kochanie, musisz zapytać babci 

Levi: Przepraszam

We wtorki mi odpierdala (after the trial)

What's up Nico? 

You're sitting there pretty quietly

(Social interaction, uh oh)

Whit to Charles: 

You know if we met under normal circumstances February 15th this year would be a greeaaaaat birthday party...

Charuko fanfiction where Teruko laughs and banters with Charles as he treats her burn //this IS an actual fanfiction i just wanted to do fanart of it, also why is there only 7 works underneath the Charuko tag wtf i expected more out of this fandom /j

What do you mean I can't come there in jeans 

It's a special occasion, Whit.

But I don't have those kinds of clothes 

Charwhit at school

That gay triangle, but it's just a gay rainbow filled Whit drawing full of symbolism (and or David maybe)

Charles and Whit meet for the first time on Valentine's day

David Chiem eating peanut butter straight out of the jar

Love you so - Xanruko 

 microwaving Charles under that tan machine

Teruko getting a hallucination of Min watching her sleep full of care, before she feels her chest tighten and as Min fades Teruko breaks out into a sob and decides to skip going out that day

i am so happy for you and your ugly fucking boyfriend im serious <- Teruko to Xander about David

Idolising a politician is like believing the stripper really likes you

I need a cigarette and to die - Teruko

Whit kissing Charles hand

(Did you know that the knuckles are an erogenous zone?)

Don’t worry Nico, Ace is just a hater - David

It’s okay I’ll discipline him - Hu Jing (I said that haha)

Min eating bubbly chocolate Milka

Someone: Wait wait wait, is this about Xander? (To David)

Whit: You’re gonna trigger an allergic reaction, careful there! (I said that as well I love DM induced content ideas)

David: *opens his mouth as if to speak*

Whit: There it goes! (Tgere its goes !) *laughing

Arturo with an Altaria

Hu Jing with Swanna (aaaaa it’s like Xan Bing!!! :DD) // Xan Bing isnt exactly what shes called i just don't know chinese v well, me and mercuriees idea

Nico Hakobyan using a yes/no generator wheel to decide whether to murder Ace (it landed on yes)

Nico: This sounds wrong

Hu Jing: THAT’S PLAIN UP WRONG

Teruko: You’ve got that wrong 

Whit: me and my boyfriend are making a new way of creating a chemical war weapon (mentions)

Hu Jing: Come here Arei, and YOU fucker! I bet I can beat BOTH OF YOU. (Ace)

J, sarcastic: Hi fucker! 

Did you stop in to see my mom?

An old and beat up fishing rod (Teruko’s)

Teruko fishing in pokemon 

(shiny magikarp)

David: I feel so sigma with that Ohio gyatt rn 

Kneel before me Whit Young 

Your ass is so flat it’s low placement is not even on the list 

What in the sleep deprivation is this man 

Trans Charles or something 

Rose with Morellul 

Whit with Fidough and Swirlix making Swirlix super sweet pancakes (headcanon that his taste in food is so sweet it’s atrocious, because he makes overly sweet food all the time to keep his pokemon soso healthy)

Also Solosis 

MonoTV with Duraludon protecting it

Min with Ralts

David with a Seviper

Min feeding her Ralts experience candy (eating it herself aswell)

Whit holding his phone by the charger (on his wallpaper is a picture of Arei hanging)

Min and Eden chilling in that Polish Warsaw clock palace 

Veronika and Eden in Polish old town in Warsaw

Charwhit hanging out 

(Whit being a priority)

Whit being excited and looking forward to smooching Charles 

These two creating a love potion

Whit emberrasing Charles by telling him everything that’s just so goddamn good about him

Them cuddling in the relaxation room

Charles trying to be more outgoing (mostly with Whit)

Whit afraid of the visions he sees, if not hopeless 

Three things you love about your life:

-Sweets(?)

- Your mom

- Charles

What inspires you (Marie Curie idk lmao)

What is your big dream? (W: to get into a relationship)

Something you are currently working on (place in here one fun chemical experiment)

How do you procrastinate?

With Charles <3

What are you grateful for?

Whit

One small step you can take towards your big dream, but it’s just Whit holding Charles face nervously 

What bad habits do you have?

Nico and Ace as that 

Your fursona is cringe meme

[queer-crusader]

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings (#OldManBoneZone)

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

ENJOY TYE ONSLAUGHT OF QUESTIONS 🖤😊

YOU SENT SO MANY OMGG

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

OOF good question? I think some of my first stuff was HP (yeah I know... This was over 10 years ago when things weren't as Fucked) and definitely SPN. Spn was my first proper fandom I participated in. The first stuff I READ was marvel (ironfrost) tho!

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

LMAO I mean my latest WIP is one that is gonna be posted anonymously for Reasons SOOO idk how many clues I wanna leave for that 🫣

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings (#OldManBoneZone)

ZAMASIAN OLD MAN BONE ZONE LETS GO!! THEATRE NERDS EXCHANGE THEATRE STORIES AND CULTURAL DIFFERENCES BETWEEN 80S THEATRE VS NOW AND US THEATRE VS UK. HOURS OF CHATTING. STARING AT EACH OTHER WITH FASCINATION AND ADORATION. I JUST KNOW IT

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

💖💖 firstly: the amount I've been inspired to write is so nice!! Secondly: I'm visiting one of my closest friends in a week 🥺 thirdly: THE THEATRE COURSE IM DOING I FEEL SO ALIVE AND LIKE IVE COME HOME EVEN IF IT'S AMATEUR, IVE JUST MISSED HER SO FUCKING MUCH 😭😭

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I often forget all the shit I've researched and I don't think there's been anything too outlandish tbh! Some little ones I remember tho are how long it would take to travel by train from Chicago to Boise in the 1920s and the average temperature of St Petersburg in both summer and winter. Quite often tho I either don't write anything specific enough to need research or I just remember little random factoids I've picked up throughout life and use that

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

Everywhere you go, people are literally paid to be of service. You are never alone or resigned to your fate. There is a lot of help and support out there, if you're willing to go find it. The world is a lot less of a scary place when you know there's people everywhere ready to help you and support systems in place ❤️❤️

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

Oh this one is HARD man idk. Usually if there's something specific I'm wanting I'm like "is anyone gonna write that" and not wait for an answer 😅😅 I also don't really look out for specific things usually, I like seeing the myriad of different stuff the world/fandom has to offer and peruse and enjoy all the different materials!

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

Trying to figure out what characters I hate again like ??? I suppose if we're going with stuff most at the forefront of my mind it's probably Antoinette from iwtv, she just sucks bc she's a shitty person and not given enough multidimensionality to make her interesting for it. HOWEVER you said I should name good things so FINE ugh. She scratches an itch for Lestat, she has some nice musical talent and she makes for a fantastic oven roast. KIDDING. Okay she's clever, alright? And she knows how to hide and keep her head down. There. Some compliments for Antoinette

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

BEHOLD A MAN (I know this is an ancient philosopher reference but it IS popular on Tumblr in particular and it just cracks me up a lot)

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

Funnily enough, the lack of F/F pairings on AO3. My great queer crusade was going to be to add to that. Turns out, the brain only writes whatever the rats behind the crane levers are losing their marbles to up there. So. Yeah that didn't happen. Anyway now I guess it's just me being passionate about shit and queer as fuck. But that's where it originated

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Not a guarantee, but first person tends to make me go "oh no thank you" pretty instantly. Bad/messy English or grammar or formatting doesn't deter me as quickly, but tends to get me in the end too if the fic goes on for too long 😔

Thanks for sending these!! Idk how many are left that I haven't answered lmao but feel free to send more of these 💖

[pintsizebear]

A quick guide on diversifying your internet use

Big social media is going to keep being disappointing because their wants and needs don't come anywhere close to aligning with their users wants and needs. EVERY big social media site or app will eventually misalign with its users, because having the entire internet's worth of people in one place is unsustainable for moderation and for financial reasons. It's an unavoidable fate for sites that are supposed to be the hub for everything.

It doesn't have to be that way. Start diversifying the sites you use BEFORE your favorite social media site becomes basically unusable or goes down completely. Take some power away from big tech corporations. Drag your friends into it too, you don't have to explore alone!

Here's a few examples of things you can do:

Join some forums There's forums for basically everything you can think of, from toy collecting, to discussion of specific disabilities, to gardening, to niche roleplay topics, and they've been running for decades so there's immense amounts of knowledge on them. Plus, people tend to be super friendly and welcoming of newbies, so you're likely to make new friends if you post regularly on them. Googling/searching for a topic + "forum"/"discussion board" (like "knitting forum" or "paper mache discussion board") will generally get you what you're looking for. Save your favorites and give them a visit every now and then!

Subscribe to some RSS feeds RSS feeds make it incredibly simple to get updates and news from your favorite websites, including a lot of social media sites! RSS readers + aggregators take the RSS information from your chosen websites (+ tumblrs, twitters, youtube channels, etc) and puts them into an easy to browse format, all in one place. Readers and aggregators are available as browser addons, desktop programs, mobile apps, email subscriptions, embeddable widgets, whatever suits your needs best. Your RSS subscriptions aren't subject to annoying, everchanging, unpredictable algorithms. They'll only show you what you're subscribed to and they'll be in chronological order. Most of them are completely free and have no ads.

Make your own website Having your own website fucking rules and you're fully in charge of everything about it. Make a blog, make an art gallery, use it as a personal image or video host, show your ass, who cares. It's yours to do what you want! Free web hosting: While free hosting is a lot more limited in what you can do, it's also much more accessible if you're not sure you want to fully commit to running a website or if you just want something to throw info on a couple times a year. A few popular examples are NeoCities (also offers a decent paid option,) Cloudflare Pages, and GitHub Pages (SFW only.) Paid web hosting: Paid hosting is generally better for people who are more dedicated to running a site, such as people who need a stable platform for work related stuff (artists, online stores, etc.) You'll generally want your own domain name (like youtube.com or wikipedia.org) which you can get at sites like namecheap, namesilo, or porkbun. Many webhosts offer free subdomain names (like how tumblr blogs are yourblogname.tumblr.com) but having your own domain makes it easy to move to another host if you need to without your url changing. Your choice of web host depends heavily on your price bracket, what you plan to use it for, features you need, if you need to host NSFW content, how much traffic you expect, etc. Contact the support team of any web host you're looking at to make sure they offer what you need before you buy their services. Shared web hosting (where multiple websites are hosted on the same server) is generally the cheapest and most accessible option for the majority of people looking to run a website. Unless you're planning on having several thousands of people on your site all at once on a regular basis, that's probably the option you want. Avoid anything owned by EIG/Newfold Digital. Self-hosting: This is the most complicated option, but also the most versatile. With self-hosting, you're only really limited to the laws of your region and the bandwidth you get from your internet provider, rather than the limits put in place by a hosting company. Take this option only if you're willing to set up a dedicated server and get into all the technical stuff that comes with it. Here's an okay guide for how to get started, though you'll want to do a lot more research beyond this.

[lintwriting]

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“#for fucking real #my family calls me gullible but like motherfucker I don't expect you to lie to me you're supposed to be a trusted family member #so you wanna betray one of the fundamental principles of trust and make it seem like it's funny? fuck you. #people tend to not respect kid's wishes and general intelligence #and this pisses me the fuck off. #i have multiple memories of being treated like a fucking idiot just because I was a toddler and they piss me off to this day #I'm twenty five and sometimes family members still lie confidently and laugh when I say "ok" #thankfully they know I'm not a fucking idiot and they clarify immediately after "Dude I'm lying I have no idea what it really is" #and I can shrug and say "well do you expect me to read your mind?" #meh”

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It makes me so mad because I read through the notes, and it’s so clear that many of us have been hurt by this form of humor because it specifically relies on things autistic people typically struggle with—

Reading social cues like body language or tone

Not taking everything literally

Understanding when something is sarcasm

—and then acts like we’re the stupid “party poopers” for not getting it.

Here are just SOME of them:

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“#for fucking real #this is why if i do this style of humor i always do it so exaggerated it's obvious it's a lie (and if i'm worried i'll still follow it with #'this is a joke') #also also #there's just an assumption of familiarity #that you will be able to read the sarcasm or whatever #ESPECIALLY with family”

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“#i understand a lot of the sarcastic sort of stuff because its contextualized a lot of the time #to be fair i can understand tone better than some people i know but its like :oh got sushi without me? wow i hate you: and they laugh #friend doesnt actually hate me: theyre just envious of my sushi. she laughs afterwards and we're okay”

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“#and then they lie about something they dont need even need to lie about and then laugh at you for being "gullible" #"yeah im planning on getting (x) job soon" oh that sounds nice "YOU IDIOT. YOU FUCKING MORON LMAO. YOURE SO GULLIBLE" #killing you with hammers. killing you. fucking killing you.”

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“i mean not to sound like a party pooper but maybe there is a place and time (so, context) for such things. if we were holding a regular conversation prior to that and not goofing off then of course i'm going to take your words seriously. jeez. that's half of where my family comments on me being "naïve" come from, and for what”

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ive complained abt this to my friends a couple times in the past too! i dont get it. saying something bizarre (either by common standards or by their standards) with a straight face that i regard as factual information then cackling @ me for what, believing them? what a fool i am. to trust that the info you just shared is legit

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why is so much of allistic humor just Lying -_-

[meanwhileinstasiville]

Addendum to *who you might be friends with*

She's a life coach or something. So here goes;

So you're one of these dudes on tumblr trying to present as a sex object for women; whatever the reasoning is. Meaning that *in general* you don't want to be oogled by men, but you will.

And it's not going to come off as commitment worthy just to crouch with no clothes or some clothes on.

Again, if you're in an environment where "coming off as unmasculine" could get you raped by men; you probably shouldn't be doing this. (A woman's problem that you're inviting yourself by putting yourself out there)

"If you've got it, flaunt it" as they say in the design business for clothing. *You are going to come up short in places* "feeling good about [I had thighs from doing hundreds of squats a day for decades]" something men who are gay go for (not at all what I wanted) as I found out. Women aren't so keen on it.

(I see a lot of the guys on here trying to call attention to themselves, doing the "hyper masculinity thing" like "cracked abs" are going to develop a *female audience* from something widely held to be a "gay thing"; women don't want that, trust me. Nobody cares and that's a lot of work *beyond* being in reasonably good shape)

When you're talking about...*absolutely any fetishized activity* you're talking about a lot of work on *your own time* conditioning for it; flexibility for getting tied up, for instance. You're not going to lose the predatory gays for that anymore than women lose catcalling men.

Anal sex isn't particularly any sexual orientation *but takes preparation* and moreover conditioning of it's own; you, a heterosexual man **are going to have to purchase buttplugs** so dommes don't hurt you (for real). It's not something that becomes possible because you're aroused and in the bedroom; women aren't at any kind of fault for *what you haven't trained for*. Anything people are offering to "the right dominatrix" (including lesbians looking) they need to be prepared for.

As I've said before, anything you've seen by pornstars is absolutely *a sexual equivalent of the fucking olympics*. It's going to be really easy to tell how difficult *almost anything is* the first time that you find a willing partner and try it.

While you're trying to base a whole relationship around sexualizing activities, could I recommend working on yourselves? Maybe reading about female targeted bdsm (which is the norm) to get an idea of what you're supposed to be doing. Any of the comprehensive guides (and they exist for men too as homework projects, as well as for sincerely interested women; who also need to work on themselves). Dating is going to be very difficult and very complicated as compared to vanilla life; you have to actually be attracted to each other in order for it to work where, whole marriages can and do exist in the absence of genuine sexual chemistry.

No woman *who has this stuff* as a result of serious vesting and time investment with a boyfriend or husband, is going to share it in the open. Fetlife couples with decades long marriages, maybe "you know, when we were starting out...we should have known [pitfalls none of you guys have considered]" That happens to be a resource in itself.

(ALSO, you're courting a homicidal homophobia with some of these things when they become widely known; chastity is BOTH suggesting that men hung like horses can "try you out" because you've "made yourself into a girl consensually" with exactly the same male gaze "she was askin for it" thinking; AND suggesting that "you might be just heteroflexible enough to be threatening to someone's fragile masculinity". Either of these things can and do get people murdered in real life)

Responsibilities and life stuff exist anyway. And *you did know* on the internet and among kinky communities that *men will see you sexually provocative* if you even know what that is, because generally men don't. And yes, men will see you naked or sexualized or whatever (maybe even within a dominatrix relationship because of the sexual and emotional maturity required to hold the thing together). *Women deal with all these things everyday*

(I'm straight though non homophobic and more or less indifferent to men, and I've maintained a gay fanclub since I was a freshman in highschool; not my jam but these things happen) And you may find that when *you put forth the effort to actually take care of yourself like a sex object* because there's a hygiene threshold where women lose interest and men gain it. Abs; same thing. Toned is good where a six-pack is pushing it, and an eight pack looks stone gay.

And again, women can't trust withdrawn consent alone not to get them out of dangerous situations; present as receptive to being "dominated" as a man and expect dangerous people. Who expect that to mean "being receptive to subjugation".

(IME, I've seen all kinds of sexual abuse and done all kinds of experimenting AND read a lot of really deep therapeutic psychological works)

Honestly it's a post doctoral approach to sex for dominant women; something that's like a college 2-year when its the other way around. Women can get by with yoga poses, props or costumes and "sell deviance"; men don't have those things owing to never being designated sex objects.

(I had read a self avowed "hot chick" here explaining "what happens when a guy is lucky to have her", at first it's exaltation, then scorn, then a resentment borne of jealousy, and finally it's to "strangling a goose laying golden eggs" as I'm calling it. Something about idolatry; nothing in life can ever measure up to it)

Fetishes are exploitable. Deviance will lose you friends and make you enemies if you live in a conservative enough area. BDSM/DS has been delisted as an illness but that doesn't make people accept it as such.

[sarifinasnightmare]

Let's Get ((REAL)) fic writer asks

Sarifinasnightmare's Answers...

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit) Heaven Created You For Love. I think I can make it sadder.

💘Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write? 💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback? The Taming of the Winter Soldier series. I need to do some serious editing.

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with? 🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic? The Yankee and the Southern Belle. I wrote a chapter a day while working full time. It was exhausting!!

🌻what makes you want to give up on writing? what makes you keep going? When something I wrote didn't make the impact with the audience.

🌿how does creating make you feel? 🍉in what ways has writing helped you process trauma and/or navigate through your own life? I've allowed myself to say things and do things I won't do.

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing. Your writing is fearless. Don't ever be afraid.

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change? 🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!) I write when the muse hits and I always try to make each story different from the last one.

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language. The worldbuilding. I need to form the environment first so I know the challenges.

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting? Someone once wrote that the B plot of one of my stories was unnecessary and I was like, the story just started why would you make a call like that without giving it a chance?

🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"? Immortal Beloveds, probably too long and too weird.

🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you? Immortal Beloved. It was supposed to be a one shot....then it became something else.

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it. Stealing the Groom - It's a cute little Greek myth.

🍭why did you start writing? 💎why is writing important to you? 📡why is writing and sharing your writing important for fandom? I read so much fanfic and I guess as an avid reader I thought to try it out. Stories are timeless and inclusive. If there isn't a story that meets your needs then write it.

🪄what is your post-writing/sharing aftercare? How do you take care of yourself or celebrate yourself when you've finished a fic? When I finish a fic I just post and sleep. I take a week or two off to hang out with friends and family.

🎙️which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of? Oh Sherrie, Our Love because it's funny.

🤲what do YOU get out of writing? Practice and I love a challenge.

💋when you leave comments on a fic, do you want to hear back from the writer? Hell yes!

☯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety? I am not a social person, but I engage when engaged. I hate to ignore people who make an effort to talk to me. I like talking about stories since its all a learning experience to me.

🧿what steps do you take to not take things personally if a fic doesn't do well, or if your writing/posting/sharing experience isn't going how you'd like it to? When I was young I would take things to heart, but now I analyze what they say if they're offering an honest critique. If it's just stupidity then I delete the comment or ignore. Don't feed the trolls.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited! I am currently writing something a lot grittier and ugly with a slow burn. I hope people will be okay with it.

[empressofdiamonds]

Could you give be me some teenage advice?

Seek for your own benefit first before anything. ANYTHING. Don't burn yourself to keep others warm.

Set some high standards of behaviour, be up to your own standards, and apply some good standards of behaviour to your friends you choose to surround yourself with. Don't allow flakes, liars, cheaters, criminals around you. Don't allow pickmes & fuckboys around you.

Friends are supposed to uplift and bring your vibe up, and you equally. If you feel you can't bring others vibes up, don't fret over this and focus on making yourself satisfactory to yourself.

Therapist stuff should be shared with the therapist or your journal. Don't give others weapons to hurt you.

Boys aren't worth it. Focus on your own benefit. Grades, your well-being, your health. Boys come LAST. LAST.

Don't be afraid of dumping negative influences in your life. Think YOU first.

Being a high value woman is being your absolute best at anytime, being humble but not a doormat, helping others (without burning yourself) and bringing up the vibe. It all starts with your own mindset. Focus on yourself, then everything will slowly come together.

Focus on the now, and act accordingly. Don't worry every day about what will happen in 5 years, think about your goals, and act on them everyday. If you wanna master the piano (goal), play 15 minutes of piano everyday. If you want to be fit(goal), do something active everyday (walks also count). If you want to learn a new language, practice your goal language everyday. It will be boring but most things good are boring and that's totally fine. Boring is good and feels right.

Ditch image-based social media. You'll see this advice more and more often. Likes, follows, reblogs mean nothing in real life and they DO influence you and your perception of yourself. "Oh no, last pic didn't have as much likes, I must've been ugly". Seeing others having Perfect Moments and feeling mediocre in you actual daily life is gonna affect your mental health. Spare yourself the damage, ditch social media. This includes Tiktok, Instagram, Twitter, even Tumblr if you feel it affecting you. Ditch YouTube if you feel you're sinking away hours and hours. Focus on ways to use intelligently Internet. Install blockers, create some boundaries yourself. Say that you're not going to check out the feed and only use Facebook for messaging friends and making plans.

Focus on creation over consumption (Creating art versus looking at art), focus on rich passive consumption over mindless passive consumption (reading a good complete book over reading a tweet thread).

At high school, your whole universe is the high school. Trust me, I did high school too. There's SO much more than high school, so many possibilities, so many opportunities. If it sucks right now, it doesn't means it's gonna suck later on.

Your body is a temple. You don't allow anyone to touch it, enter it, demean it. You only let in those you know will respect your body-temple. Take care of your body-temple, it is with you forever. Drink water, eat good quality food, do physical activity, don't allow yourself to feel like absolute shit. You deserve the best you can give yourself. Don't allow fuckboys to fuck you. Only allow well-worthy men that proved themselves, and ONLY after a long while of knowing them. This may lead to dry spells, but as always, quality over quantity.

You should wait till you're 21 to get any tattoos or piercings, and if you decide on doing that, go to a TRUSTED professional. "You pay for what you get" is literal for that. Don't be cheap on that stuff, and give a idea at least ONE year before acting on it.

Porn isn't real sex. Period. Don't get your sexual education from porn. Borrow at the library (or read on place if you don't wanna the counter lady seeing your books), read about it as much as you can. You'll only benefit from that.

Being drunk isn't cute. Final. You look ridiculous being drunk. It isn't cool. Sipping and tasting a fine moderate glass of high quality stuff is so so so classier and feels SO RIGHT than drowning 5 pints of cheap beer that will make you feel like shit. Same about drugs.

If you have shitty lowvibe people around you, you'll be seen as lowvibe too, no matter how highvibe you behave and think, and you'll be rejected by highvibe people.

If you feel like shit, take a HARD look at your lifestyle and habits. A good lifestyle leads to a good life.

RESEARCH RESEARCH RESEARCH your educational/professional paths, and start this now. Ask people about their own path. Google it. Borrow books about those topics. Search!! It is so important.

Grades are important, for sure, but they're not important to ruin your mental health over. Don't hesitate to ask for help to teachers for the course material. If you feel it's getting too much, take a breather for 15 min, go do something else and come back to it. Breathe. A bad score isn't the end of the world, it's just a warning, and a signal saying "hey, readjust yourself babe, you can do it! Just giving you a heads-up for what's going on".

Don't neglect your second language classes! They're so useful to learn the basics of the language, which will be so useful for later on, when you'll continue learning!

Buy QUALITY over QUANTITY. 30 pairs of cheap shitty earrings will never beat a more expensive but absolutely timeless pearls earrings, per example. Several cheap 10$ shoes will never beat a good 60$ basic classic pair of shoes. Yes the wallet hit may hurt, but over time, you get more bang for your buck.

Teenagehood is definitively a strange time, but give it time, trust the process and do what you think is best and things will get better as you go on. You body or mind might be off&odd but it evens out. Don't worry over it and do your best 💎

[theevangelion]

Are you still active on AO3/will be updating any of your fics there? Or are you patreon only as of right now?

Hello friend, apologies for your long wait on a response! I've had asks switched off for a few months now. I'm going through my old inbox today and I figure I'll answer whatever catches my eyes. So, I'll start here and probably write needlessly verbose responses—thought-piece style—because I'm fucking GROSS like that.

Other than some rest periods when my health is getting dangerously bad (which you may have asked this question during one of said recovery periods earlier this year now I'm thinking about it) I'll always be active and sharing my stories on AO3, Tumblr, or whatever other free websites we (the gays) collectively migrate to in the future, because I'll always be femslash to my dirty, chronically-online core.

Femslash is this chaotic, lawless and gentle thing we write for ourselves and each other. We've done it for decades. We'll do it until we're all dead in our graves. I believe that my femslash works (erotic, kinky, weird, or just erotic weird kinks maybe) are all supposed to go and retire in their completed glory within open and free community domains—no exceptions.

Except for semi-exceptions, I guess? We may as well talk about the elephant in the room. I make money from my writing and the stuff I'm most requested to write, from my Patreon subscribers, is femslash—usually AU prompts. So the stories do go on my Patreon first, and sometimes they stay there for a brief while and sometimes they stay there for longer than long. Then the stories always go out into free-access places like AO3, Tumblr, etc, when I feel happy the story I'm publishing is something along these lines:

It's going to be a complete and finished body of writing for people to enjoy (or hate) start to finish.

It's something I think a 19 year old girl questioning her sexuality—with several AO3 links for weird femslash porn saved on her phone—will excitedly click on faster than you can say: "You're not just an ally, Shannon, stop reading ABO hucow smut on public transport—you're making us all look bad."

It's something with quite sad/deep moments that I think a dyke in need of a cathartic hard cry will feel moved by enough to perhaps text her friend, "This story just punched me in my fucking heart and here I am crying in the club." And then all of a sudden she's talking to her friends and not laying in bed, alone, with the big sad stuck behind her tits with nowhere to go.

TLDR: I will always be active on free-access platforms because femslash is a meal best shared at a big table that the whole family is invited to. Though, the reason I'm able to continue making and sharing these stories—particularly for people who don't have disposable income for escapism—is solely down to the fact I'm paid for my labour. Those people get to read it first, because it's usually their prompts and requests, and they're the only reason I can still do this thing I've been passionately creating for...

Fifteen years now.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Bollocks to Patreon, someone please set me up a Pension?

[moonlightchn]

~WHOLESOME WEDNESDAY~

Hello this is (not) JYPe and guess who's feeling soft again? this mf 💞 heh I just thought hey it's been a while and I kinda am seeing how a lot of us are falling back on activity and posting less and stuff and I kinda feel like the general activity of the community has come DOWN a lot which I mean it's OK!!!! because we all have lives!!!! right? but also I do kinda WORRY LIKE WHERE YALL AT i guess I just kinda wanna make sure we're all doing good? yall holding on? taking care? sleeping and stuff? I've seen also many bots pop up again recently (STARES AT THAT ONE ADMIN THAT MADE LIKE 3 BOTS IN 2 MONTHS WITH LIKE 10 PPLZ EACH YES YOU PLEASE TAKE CARE) and I know bot can sometimes feel like a job more than a fun relaxing place for some so just take it easy on that too just making sure we all remember that things around here aren't that deep and you can take it at your own pace. this has always been supposed to be a safe, fun place where we make friends and have a blast, so if it doesnt feel like that anymore step back, take a deep breath and then come back if you want but like dont feel like you gotta be here and keep putting stuff out for others

I know school work, uni, real work, family, responsibilities, it can all be too much sometimes and drive us a little bit insane. I personally have a 🤩🤩 fun few days coming 🤩🤩 I hope I don't die 🤩🤩 so yeah maybe I'm PROJECTING RN but yknow how it be, I think its important sometimes to remind ourselves that, yknow, stepping back and taking some time for ourselves it's also ok. I sometimes just log out and not having my phone vibrating and notifs popping up for just a few hours feels refreshing. it's ok. you wont miss out on anything important for treating yourself to one internet free day

we take so many things seriously sometimes dont we? like, sure theres things that ARE important like keeping connections and friends and staying healthy and safe, but also theres so many things that are important for ??? no valid reason ??? or that maybe we wrongly prioritize over other things like for example dont prioritize your bot development over your sleep plz don't do that it's not worth it rip, or dont feel like you need to be around 24/7 when you have other things to do or just don't want to. dont feel like you're neglecting bot because you have to study or feel like going out with friends is pushing you back here. dont feel like being behind in notifs is such a big deal. youre a great admin and you're doing well!

but also like,,,, dont prioritize work and uni over sleep and eating and taking breaks and going out and getting fresh air either. really just prioritize yourself first. sometimes being here just as admin and sharing and talking to friends is good enough. you dont always need to be your character, you don't always need to keep an image or a clean neat blog. you can just enjoy and go around shitposting that's really ok! (bunnies for the soul)

yknow it's really cliche to think about it but sometimes you just gotta sit back and be like what am i doing? why am i doing this? what am I taking from this? is this meaningful or beneficial for my life and my growth and my wellbeing? like tumblr as any social media can be TOXIC it rlly still is just because we don't see shit it doesnt mean it's not going on and just because we don't go through something anymore it doesn't mean it hasnt hurt us or leave us super fucking paranoid around.

I JUST AM SAYING that I know many of us maybe feel safe and welcomed and at home here or like we won't get this thing we have here anywhere else but I think we make our own safety and comfort yknow? itd be really sad to see some of you go and the community poof but I also think that for us to keep carrying this thing we have and for us to protect it and for more people to feel welcome and safe we first need to look at ourselves and be sure we can actually keep doing this. I see posts pop here and there about admins feeling sad they get no interactions or how people they talked to has left or how they simply have things going on that makes them sad and unable to be around and I think often we forget, even though we say it ALL the time, that we're all just people behind these. dont forget you're just a person too. I've personally been having quite a hard time coming around with the boys on dms, anyone who talks to me knows that, but as admin? I'm always here. and sure none of us HAS to feel responsible of others, we're not /individually/ responsible of someone's fun or popularity or how long they stick around, but as a whole community we are all responsible somehow of this place's safety and to look ALL after each other. don't forget we're all just people and don't push each other to get things

anyway what im trying to say is that I do fucking love all of you so much and like I worry yknow??? I worry a lot when I see someone upset or I feel like an admin is in a kinda place. it's been just a bit over a year since I've joined this and ive been lucky enough to meet some amazing people that will always live in my heart no matter what and some others maybe I do not really know you or talk to you but I do appreciate your existence yknow you're not invisible and I notice when some of yall delete or when someone I see around makes a new bot and I 👀 or when yall change @s without telling and I have to go through my lists to fix them. maybe it's not enough but I do notice you and I hope you know that. and so because I love all of you I do think that I am a bit responsible of putting at least one smile on your faces throughout the day too be it with a post or a rb or an ask and so I do hope all of you feel a little responsible about someone else's happiness too. I know dash can be hard, I know dms can be hard, and I'm.not saying hey go befriend each other RN but maybe just stopping by someone's bot and "hey this is v cool!", I'm sure that would mean a lot for many people

maybe I just ate too much sugar today. whatever it be, have bunnies I love this kind of art

[thiswasinevitableid]

Okay well then!!!! I am very glad and excited to share my most recent idea I had while rereading Yeti Hunting again!! And the new Incubus one too!! They're almost exactly the same idea, just different flavors I suppose. Also Joe is trans in both the ideas but that's less to do with the ideas themself and more to do with just me projecting on him sgfjgsjfhsjdh

Okay so it's like a reverse au so Stern is some kind of cryptid, but as far as Barclay knows they're just two good human friends (but maybe they wanna be a little more than friends...). And then one day Joseph goes into heat and tells Barclay he's sick to try to keep him away, but Barclay being the sweetest man alive goes to his house with fresh soup to take care of him and Joe seems really panicked about Bar being there and tries to make him leave but he is CLEARLY unwell and Barclay is very stubborn when it comes to helping people he cares about and so he plants himself down on the couch and says he's not leaving until Joe tells him what's wrong and Stern tries to hold onto his human form but it's taking too much focus and energy and whoops Barclay finds out his friend not human and currently in distress and so horny it hurts and if he can help his friend and fuck him at the same time, well then that's just a win all around (bonus points if at the end Barclay is kinda sad because he thinks Joe just needed somone to fuck him, not nessacarry Barclay, but Joe frantically assures him that he is SUPER into him and if it were anyone else he would have kicked them the hell out and probably skipped town bc he couldn't trust anyone else with a secret like this).

Or!! (This is where the incubus part comes in) Joe is an incubus and currently hiding out in his human disguise at the Amnesty lodge and it's going fine for a while, but then he starts talking to and getting to know the really hot chef. And they slowly start growing closer and closer. And maybe in this world, the power an Incubus gets from sex depends just as much on their desires as it does the human's. And this has never been an issue for Stern before, but now he's falling for Barclay and wants him and no one else so he's getting less and less energy from his encounters and Barclay is worried about him because he doesn't seem like himself anymore. Almost as if he's... dulled? When Barclay looks at him the blue of his eyes seem muted and his general aura seems... gray. And it all comes to ahead when Joe finally stops insisting he's fine and after dinner one night he asks if he can speak to Barclay privately, and he comes clean about everything and Barclay, while a little shocked, rolls with it very well and cups Joe's face in his hands and kisses him softly and it like,,, you should have come to me sooner, I'd do anything for you,,, and yeah it's really tender,,,,

Okay that's it I'm sorry it's so long and probably incoherent. I tried to use at least little formatting to make it better but it's a tumblr mobile ask, I'm not sure even the new paragraphs will translate over. The general idea is that they're close friends and Stern is Not Human and Barclay finds out under less than ideal circumstances :3 I know these are far from original or unique but I just wanted to share my ideas with you bc you're the inspiration for a good 70% of my private writings, but if you like them enough and ever feel like doing something with them that'd be cool ;3

Here you go! I went with scenario one. Content Note: some “mating” talk and mild subdrop at the end (which is, of course, taken care of)

The two canvas bags are ready to burst. Barclay peers into them, contemplating the addition of another box of tea, in case Joseph doesn’t like the other two. Mama was cagey when he asked, he doesn’t know what’s ailing the other man, only that he’s sick. 

Joseph manages Amnesty Lodge, where Barclays’ been a cook for the last six months. Barclay was initially wary of him; his cosmopolitan bearing and clean-cut appearance is so out of place in the rustic mountain town of Kepler that the logical explanation is he’s one of those city types who fell on hard times and got stuck here. 

It took less than forty-eight hours for him to prove Barclay wrong. Polite and polished, efficient and stunningly good in a crisis, Joseph handles the day to day chaos of the lodge while Mama, the owner, took care of the big picture stuff. His friendly greetings and consistent compliments about Barclays cooking gradually turned to afternoons spent at a table with his work so they could talk during lulls in business. 

When Joseph leaned against the counter, sleeves rolled up, laughing as he helped Barclay tidy the kitchen, the cook rushed headlong into his crush and never looked back. He regularly dreams of blue eyes and a movie-star face, finds his day doesn’t really start until Joseph pokes his head in to say good morning. 

He’s been without that greeting for two days now. Joseph never misses work, and his sudden absence worried Barclay enough that he checked with Mama to be sure the manager was okay.

“Joe’s fine big fella, just under the weather is all.”

The one time Barclay got sick, Joseph brought him tea and soup himself, checked in on him every hour, and--if Barclay’s fever addled brain is to be trusted--fluffed his pillows. It’s the least Barclay can do to drop off snacks and be sure his friend is okay. 

It’s a short drive to cabin Joseph calls home; he used to live at the Lodge, but as it got more crowded, he moved to his own space so those who needed a cheap, safe place to stay could have one. 

His knock on the door is answered by a brisk, “Who is it?”

“Barclay. I, uh, I brought you a get-well gift.”

Joseph opens the door to the cabin and to an entire new universe of fantasies. His normally slicked-back hair falls, relaxed, across his forehead, his loosely tied blue robe shows a tantalizing V of skin, and the dreamy-sleepy expression makes his face even more kissable. 

“Hi.” Joseph takes a step forward, taking the bags and bringing his face achingly close to Barclays’. Then he freezes, reversing into the house, “I, um, it was very sweet of you to bring all this. But you need to go.” He takes another step back, then doubles over with a groan. 

Barclay hurries across the threshold, setting the bags on the floor and steadying him over to the couch.

“Fuck, do you need me to get you like a heat pack, or a puke bucket?”

“No, no I just need to lay down, and for you to g-” he shudders, curling in on himself and tipping sideways. 

“Joseph, you’re really sick, I’m not gonna just leave you here. I mean, fuck, what if it’s your appendix or something?” He sits down next to the shaking man, rubbing his back comfortingly. 

“It’s not, I promise. Oh lord” he whines, looks at Barclay with frantic eyes, “I hope you can keep a secret.”

“Of course I can. Whatever I can do to help, I want to.” 

“Careful with those promises, big guy.” The nickname comes out in a growl as Joseph stands, undoing his wristwatch. 

“Oh FUCK!” Barclay scrambles back, almost falling over the arm of the couch.

There’s a monster where Joseph just was. Years ago Barclay saw a Maned Wolf in a zoo, and he’d swear that’s what he’s looking at now were it not for several glaring issues. First, it’s standing comfortably on two legs. It’s paws are more like hands, able to hold the watch and adjust the collar of its shirt. And he’s never seen a wolf, maned or otherwise, with spines down its back and a whip-like tail.

The creature runs a clawed hand through the fur at the top of it’s head, the way Joseph does when he’s nervous,  “So. I can’t tell you everything, at least not right now. What I can tell you is that this is the form I was born into, somewhere far away from earth.”

“Okay.” Barclays brain grinds like a broken ice machine as a familiar voice speaks to him from a fanged mouth. 

“I, um, I’m what humans call a Chupacabra. To answer the usual questions: no, I’ve never been to Puerto Rico. No, I don’t eat goats. And no, I’m not going to eat you.”

“Okay.” His heart is still racing, but not from fear, which is the most confusing was this could have gone.

Pointed ears flick, worried, “Are you in shock?”

“Kinda, yeah.” He nods as Joseph sits next to him with a heavy sigh. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to find out this way. I took the next few days off to avoid this exact scenario. I figured I wouldn’t see you, but forgot how thoughtful and caring you are.” Claws gently stroke Barclays hair, “my wonderful Barclay.”

He’s about to bring his hand up, cup those strange fingers to his cheek and whisper “always”, when Joseph pulls away. 

“I, I’m sorry. Again. I always get too handsy when I’m in heat. That’s the second worst side-effect, after the fact that being in my disguise is untenable when I’m in the thick of it. It’s like wearing a wet, wool sweater made of nausea.”

“....Hold on, you had to take time off work because you’re horny?” 

“Almost. Heat doesn’t come that often for me, which means whenever it happens, it’s intense. I have a hard time eating or sleeping, I can’t focus, and I spend most of the week masturbating. Which is not as fun as it sounds; I’m not even at the height of the damn thing and last night I humped a pillow on the kitchen floor while dinner reheated.”

Barclay groans, tries to hide it when the ears swivel his way, “Uh, guess I’m glad I brought you lots of food so you remember to eat. Shoulda, uh, put some lube or something in there as well, huh?” 

Joseph chuckles, “My nose tells me you put molasses cookies in there, so I’ll let it slide.”

“There anything else I can do to help?”

“Well…” he shakes his head, “never mind, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Do what?”

“My heat is more manageable when I have a partner. Fucking someone relieves things more effectively than masturbation does. But I can’t-”

“I can help with that.” The offer is out before his brain catches up with his mouth. 

“Barclay, my kind have a very, um, involved mode of, um, well, I guess you foreplay. As, as much as I’d love for you to be my mate” he winces, “see, that’s what I mean. I say things like that, most of them not even possible given the fact you and I can’t reproduce.” 

“Uh, does it help if I say hearing you call me that is really hot?”

Blue eyes widen, and a tail traces up Barclays leg, “Only if you mean it.”

“I do.”

A narrow, long tongue flicks into the air, “In that case, big guy, how about we have a little planning session over dinner?”

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Barclay parks in the driveway, next to Josephs’ sedan. He heads past the house and down a short slope to a creek, the twilight sky casting the forest in eerie grey-blue. There’s a tire swing leftover from a previous resident, and he idly pushes it back and forth as he waits for the game to start. 

“It’s like hide and seek” Joseph wipes his mouth, cleans cookie crumbs from the table, “We start outside, move inside, and you go as long as you can without me catching you. After all, I want a mate who can hold his own.”

He stuffs his hands in his jacket pocket to warm them. A yip bounces out from the trees behind him. When he turns, he quickly spots glinting eyes and bared fangs hidden in the undergrowth. 

Sprinting towards the cabin, he realizes Joseph laid a trap for him from the start; by asking him to begin at the creek, he’s forcing him to run uphill to safety, slowing him down. He lets his lizard-brain, concerned only with the fact that something dangerous is chasing him, take over and drive his legs as fast as they’ll go. The back door is locked, he double-checked that on the way down, so he doesn’t waste his time trying it, races to the front of the cabin and slams the door shut just as something huge rounds the corner after him. 

The nob jiggles, his pursuer testing the lock and discovering the thrown deadbolt. Barclay uses those few seconds to secure the windows on the first floor, throws his jacket down into the cellar as a failsafe, and bolts up to the bedroom. His hammering heart insists that locking that door is not enough, so he crawls into the closet and shuts himself up among the meticulously organized shirts and slacks. It’s not enough space for him to stand, so he tucks his knees to his chest and waits. 

“What happens if I, like, completely outsmart you.”

A toothy smile, “I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you.”

Each of the downstairs windows rattle in turn. Then the scratching starts, claws on wood coming closer with each breath. Joseph is climbing the wall up to the bedroom window that Barclay knows for a motherfucking fact he did not secure. 

A shuff as the window slides open, the cryptid landing with remarkable stealth on the bedroom floor. Barclay tracks him by the light coming under the closet door, his mouth covered so his breathing won’t give him away. The shadow pauses, sniffs, and then the bedroom door opens and shuts. Barclay’s not moving until he hears the front door do the same. 

Just as his legs start to protest being smushed up against his chest, the door reopens. Snuffling signals Joseph closing in, and an instant later the only light coming in is from the far ends of the door. Slowly, his last line of defense rolls to the right, revealing the creature crouching on the other side.

“Not a bad effort, big guy. You actually confused me for a minute with the scent trail of your coat downstairs.” Joseph reaches for him and Barclay, remembering that he’s not supposed to give up until he’s pinned, leans away. 

“That’s how my mate wants to play?”

“J-just following your instructions, babe.”

An intrigued purr, “I guess you are. All the more reason you’re the perfect partner for me.”

The words Barclays dreamed of hearing for months distract from the claws closing around his ankles. He lets out an undignified yelp when Joseph pulls his legs straight out and drags him out of the closet. Once he’s free of the forest of clothing, the cryptid picks him up and drops him on the bed. He moans and Joseph snickers, joining him on the bedspread. 

“Fuck, Joseph, no one’s ever been able to do that before and it’s so, so fucking hot.” He arches his back and shifts his limbs to help Joseph undress him.

“It’s because you’re the perfect size; big and strong, large enough to give me a decent cuddle when I’m human, but still small enough to be an easily subdued mate.” He gets the humans’ jeans and boxers off, hesitates, and then tosses them on the floor with a pained expression, “I’ll fold those later.”

“Gonna hold you to that. Also, wanna point out that it wasn’t that easy to subdue me.”

Joseph nuzzles his cheek, claws caressing his thighs, “Barclay, I was jogging while you were sprinting.”

“You coulda caught me right awaAAy ohwhatthefuck.” Tingling heat glides down his throat as Joseph licks a stripe along the skin, “fuck, it, it feels like the time I tried hot wax.”

The cryptid sits up slightly to look at him, “Is that a...good thing?”

“Fuck yeah. I really fucking liked it but it was fucking murder with the chest hair.”

Joseph runs his claws through the hair in question, “I like it.”

“I know, I saw you eyeing me that one time I used the springs at the lodge.”

“You can’t prove anything.” Joseph leans back down, curling his tongue around Barclays left nipple. The sensation makes him buck his hips, which Joseph correctly takes as a signal for more. He moves to the other side, takes his time teasing it and licking down the sensitive center of Barclays chest. Noses his stomach, nips his sides, and slides the alien heat of his tongue into the crease of his thighs. 

“Y’know I, ohfuck, I assumed from all that talk yesterday you’d get right to fucking me.”

Joseph kisses the inside of one thigh, “I, um, I thought about it, almost ripped your jeans to shreds and took you on the floor. But I wanted to be sure you were turned on. You’re not just a warm body, Barclay. You’re my mate. That means your pleasure matters as much as mine.” He licks up Barclays’ cock, hardened from rubbing against the soft fur of his belly, and sighs, “and what a mate.”

“Fuck” he squeezes his eyes closed because if we watches that mouth saying everything he wants to hear in between sucking his dick, he’ll cum in ten seconds flat. 

A final lick to the tip and then Joseph hops off the bed, “Did you prep the way I told you?”

“Uhhuh.” 

“Good.” Joseph returns, sets several items he can’t see by his feet, “that’ll make things easier. First things first” he produces a cock cage, sliding it into place, “these are a few things I smuggled over from my original home. This is enchanted, so it can go on an erect cock but still prevent the wearer from cumming until it’s removed.”

“That’s just cruel, babe.” He sits up on his elbows to kiss Josephs snout, earning him a pleased yip. 

“If you cum too fast, I won’t be able to properly breed you.” He winces again, “sorry, I sound like one of Indrids romance novels.”

“Again, gorgeous, I find it really fucking hot.”

The spines on Joseph’s back ripple, “You think I’m gorgeous? Like this?”

“I do. Also kinda scary, but in a hot way.” Now it’s his turn to cringe, “see? I sound like cheap porn written by an eighth grader when I’m horny. The way you sound is fine.”

Joseph lovebites his ear, then retrieves the other two items from the end of the bed. 

“And how does this look, big guy?”

“Like it’s either going to kill me or make me cum like a dozen times.” He furrows his brow at the strap-on. It’s narrower than the average human dick, with a pointed, slightly up-curved tip. What’s worrying him are the spikes. 

The entire shaft is coated in short protrusions. They don’t end in points, thank god, but if they’re at all stiff this is going to be miserable. 

“Here” Joseph waves him over, “touch it.” He guides his fingers along one side and the spines bend fluidly under his touch, and now all he wants to know is how they feel inside him. Joseph also moans, bucking his hips so the toy slides along Barclays palm.

“It’s, ohlord, also enchanted so that the wearer feels it as an extension of their body and can cum with it. Also, please decide in the next thirty seconds whether you want to be on your back or your stomach.” Amber pre-cum drips down Barclay’s fingers. 

“Stomach is better for meWHOAH, ohfuck, okay we’re doing this.” Now flipped on his belly, he raises his ass. The cryptid kneads it appreciatively before holding it open and sliding his cock in with once, graceful thrust. 

He bottoms out with a groan, which is more articulate than Barclay is managing to be as the spines rub and glide inside him, finding every patch of nerves, every angle to drag against in just the right way. Joseph hauls him onto his knees and then he’s off, growls and yips filling the as he fucks him. Barclay only just registers the bed banging into the wall so forcefully the headboard is cracking when claws sink into his hips and Joseph pulls him all the way onto his cock and pulses into him. 

“Holy fuck that was fast.”

“I, I didn’t jack off once today. Didn’t want to waste it, wanted to save it all for my perfect mate.” He’s thrusting again, not as hard but twice as fast, “shit, you feel so good, big guy, please tell me Mama okayed your time off for tomorrow.”

“Wh-why are we talkingAHnnn, about this now?”

Hot breath tickles his ear, “Because now that I know what’s like to cum in you, I don’t plan on cumming anywhere else for the next day and a half.”

“Ohfuckme” Barclay groans happily into the pillows as Joseph empties into him, cries out when his tail whips across his calf.

“Shit, did that hurt?”

“No, no it felt good, fucking-A babe every fucking part of you is amazing.”

The cryptid whines, pleased, and wiggles his hips, giving Barclay an idea. 

“That’s, uh, that’s why I want you for my mate, because you’re so fucking goo-mmph” his face presses harder into the pillows as Joseph pins his shoulders down and fucks into him, snarling “yes” over and over again. When he finishes this time he hunches over, nipping Barclay’ shoulders and neck. 

“You catch on quick, big guy.”

“Thanks, babe. Uh, are we gonna switch it up at any point or am I staying like this until tomorrow night?”

“No, we can fuck however we want. After” a fuzzy hand rubs circles on Barclay’s abdomen, “I’ve cum in you enough times that I can feel it from out here.”

Barclay moans, tightening around him as his hips snap once more, already imagining being full and fucked out. Maybe it’ll take all night. He’ll be limp if it does, but right now nothing sounds better than melting into the bed while Joseph fucks his ass like it belongs to him. 

After forty-five minutes, his cock is aching, his mind holds only thoughts of how good it feels to do as Joseph tells him, and he’s been cum in so many times that wet, obscene sounds accompany the cryptids thrusts. Said sounds pale in comparison to Josephs’ voice, which is spinning increasingly impossible scenarios the longer they’re in bed. 

“I hope they take after you.” Joseph murmurs. 

Barclay just manages to turn his head, “Who?”

A muzzle playfully nudges his cheek, “Our kids.”

His heart seizes and shakes at the words; they both know that’s not what will happen. Joseph warned him he might say things like this, said he could tell him to knock it off if need be. 

“Maybe they’ll, ahnn, they’ll have big, beautiful brown eyes and bigger hearts, just like you.”

He doesn’t want him to stop. Every thrust hits deeper, every point where their skin meets buzzes brighter when he talks like this.

“H-hope at least one looks like you, blue eyes.”

A guttural whine, tingling heat as Joseph laps tenderly at the back of his neck, “We’ll just have to see, usually we’re born in threes so, soOH, oh I’m close, shitshit” 

“That’s it babe, fill me up, c’mon, c’mon I want it so bad, Joseph, baby, please.” 

There’s a howltrill as cum spurts into him, Joseph panting as he smooths his hand around Barclays side.

“There, that’s done it.”

Barclay whimpers as he pulls out, his mind and body pulled tight, certain that if he doesn’t cum soon he’ll propose marriage instead and that’ll be a fucking disaster. 

Joseph carefully rolls him over and unlocks the cage, “Do you want to cum?”

“More than anything. Oh!” he’s unprepared for Joseph to sink down on his cock, “oh fuck, yeah, wanna cum so bad babe please, I’ll be so good, be such a good mate if you just let me cum in y-fuuuck” A trio of sensations levels him as he climaxes; his vision whites out, his hips jerk more violently than they ever have before, and a line of cum drips down his leg. 

Somewhere far away, Joseph says, “I think we’ve earned a break.”

He nods, body limp as the cryptid climbs off him. Then he’s falling, spinning helplessly down in a pit of realizations. 

Joseph didn’t mean any of those things he said. His friend needed a mate and Barclay, lovesick fool he is, was eager for a chance to play pretend that he didn’t think about what would happen when the game ended. Even if Joseph keeps him here through tomorrow, the next time they meet at the Lodge he’ll act like nothing happened. 

Fuck, Barclay didn’t even get to kiss him during all this, and now he’ll never get the chance, never, nevernever-

“Shit, I should have put a towel or a spare blanket down. Now I’ll have to strip the bed before I can--Barclay? Oh, oh baby, what’s wrong?” A hand pets his face and he turns away from it, refusing to open his eyes. Joseph takes his hand instead, “it’s okay, I’m here, whatever you need I’ll-”

“Don’t. Don’t say that. You can’t give me what I need, it isn’t your fault I, I know I’m not really your partner and I, I…” he sniffles, wipes his palm under his eye. 

“Barclay, look at me please.”

Reluctantly, he opens his eyes just in time to see Joseph dip down and kiss him. It’s awkward, their mouths not made to fit together, but he savors it all the same because it’s Joseph, his Joseph, kissing him like he hoped he would. 

“My heat can make me say some ridiculous things. What it can’t do is make me feel affection where none exists. In fact, the reason I wasn’t able to keep my disguise on yesterday is because being near you meant being near the mate I wanted most in the world. I, um, suspected you might share my feelings, but I didn’t want our first interaction as boyfriend to be me asking if you wanted to spend a day or so with me while I was in a sex haze. But then you offered to help, and I wanted it so badly that I barreled ahead without making sure you understood that this was me declaring my feelings. I’m sorry.”

Barclay climbs into his lap, not caring about the mess he makes in the process. The cryptid laughs, hugs him close.

“I, I shoulda said something sooner too. Not that I regret how we spent our first date.” He kisses Josephs chin.

“Me neither, though I don’t think it quite counts.” He rubs their foreheads together, “can your boyfriend take you out to dinner on Friday?”

Barclay grins, looks into loving, blue eyes, “Yeah, he can.”

[creatingnikki]

Should I just leave tumblr?

Due to bullying.

2020 had been a fucked up year for most people. For me it wasn't just covid 19. In early summer I was afraid of being kicked out of my house and not having a place to stay. It was one of the most terrifying times of my life. I didn't know what to do or who to look towards for help and support. In all that life wrecking stuff I didn't respond to my friend. My dear friend Autumn. We had been friends for as long as I probably started using Tumblr.

When I reached out to her after things got sorted out a bit she decided to ghost me but before saying that I haven't been there for her. I understood one could be mad especially when they felt like a friend hadn't been there for them so I decided to give them some time to be mad at me, to argue with me, and then to get over it.

Then I had a seizure. And my life as I knew it completely changed. I didn't share this with them. I didn't want to leverage that. That's the last thing I wanted to do.

Yet, this friend decided that I was a toxic manipulator and the best is to ignore me.

If you know me, you know I'm anything but that person. I'm not an angel, I make mistakes and unintentionally hurt people too sometimes. But I realize that and I truly apologize and I try to fix things.

But not responding to a few texts while my life is completely shattering shouldn't be cause for someone to write me off. Or even of they want to, thats their choice. Fine, I was just making my peace with it. But to have their friend attack me? That's cruel and unfair and unacceptable.

I have received a lot of anon hate over the years but all of that was bearable because I knew it came from a random place. Those people didn't know me really and I didn't care about them.

But to wake up, while I'm trying to figure out therapy, seek out a second opinion from a neurologist, adjusting in my new house and trying to be a little excited about my birthday, to messages like this just absolutely broke my heart.

Nothing I have ever written on my blog has ever implicated anyone specific on tumblr. Any writer would, especially one who writes from pure emotion like me, know that when you are writing about something it's never one person or one incident or one memory. It's a jumble of multiple such that make you feel the same way.

I never went around and played the victim and told anyone about what went on between me and Autumn. But I didn't know what to do or how to process or how to not absolutely break down after seeing this in my inbox.

What this is is pure bullying. And I never expected to be a victim of that on a place like tumblr that I have always considered my safe haven.

Not replying to a friend for a few weeks when you're trying to hold your life together is not you walking out of their life. Trying to patch things up with them with carefully distanced messages like on their birthday and around Christmas so that it doesn't feel like clingy behavior or coming off too strong isn't playing mind games. It's being considerate of how they must be feeling and not wanting to impose on them.

Before this post, I haven't ever said or done anything that would paint me as the victim in relation to my friendship with Autumn. And even this isn't about that. This is about feeling attacked and bullied by chronicallykalene.

It makes me feel so helpless and weak and angry as if I'm back in high school being bullied and cyber bullied by a group of people. Only this is worse. Because this was supposed to be my safe space. My instinct and tears right now tell me I should go off tumblr. But the life wisdom that I have in me knows that isn't fair or right to me. But right now seriously I don't think I can take this. So I don't know what to do. Other than try to be okay and breathe.

Also like accusing me of sending my self "fake anons"? The only thing I can think of about that is what my parents always say. When people accuse you of such things it's probably because that's what they do.

I think what's unhealthy behavior is labeling every single person who doesn't appease to you or pisses you off as a psychological abuser and toxic person who needs help.

I do not have ten thousand anonymous blogs where I go bitch about people without them knowing it's me. But I can write whatever I want on my blog. And yet I never wrote anything implicating or abusive against someone who was supposed to be my friend.

I should stop here because I feel like I shouldn't have been the one justifying. It just baffles me because people who are supposed to be the 'kind' ones sit on a morally high horse and go around slaying people thinking that they deserve that. In this case with their words. But who doesn't know that words are the most painful.

[ginny-rose-sixx]

What the Fork? Ch 1

Story Summary:

Eva Rozlyn "Roz" Roberts accidentally time travels when she fiddles with her time turner while watching The Dirt. She ends up in 1981 in the Mötley apartment. How will the Crüe react? Will she ever be able to get back to 2020? Will Roz be able to handle their way of life? Will she ever be able to control the time travel?

A/N:

I decided to start putting my story ‘What the Fork’ on Tumblr in addition to AO3 and WattPad (11 chapters). I wanted to organize my writing some more. Since I plan on this being a very long book and I want to make it a series, I want to take notes on my chapters so that I avoid continuity errors. Also, if I find any grammatical errors that I missed I will fix those. With the notes and everything, I thought that I would start putting this up here as well. As time goes on, I may do alternate takes on chapters and stuff like that. 

Oh, and the title is a bit of a funny story. When I first was trying to come up with a title, I asked for my boyfriend’s help. I told him the premise of the story and a summary of the first chapter. The first words out of his name were, “What the fuck???” And I was like, “Ok, there we go.” Of course, I wasn’t gonna swear in the title even though I do in the story. So, I decided to make a reference to the tv show ‘The Good Place’.

Pairing: Not disclosed to reader yet

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 1886

Chapter One

Eva Rozlyn Roberts, aka Roz, was sick of waiting for her friend to pick her up. She was supposed to be going to her first ever convention. She was dressed as a Gryffindor witch. She started to fiddle with parts of her costume. First, she was twirling her Newt Scamander replica wand for a while. *Why on Earth am I still waiting for her?* Roz wondered. Roz put her wand up her sleeve, and she tried calling her friend Katy for what felt like the 100th time that day.

After the voicemail picked up again, Roz decided to start watching The Dirt again. She had lost track of how many times she had watched the movie and listened to the songs since the movie came out. As she watched the movie, she took out a time turner necklace and started twirling it in all of the different directions. *I wish I had never agreed to go with Katy. She always forgets about me or bails.* She dropped the necklace and started to braid her hair.

 About an hour into the movie, Roz had already braided her hair so that it hung over her left shoulder. Her hair was black and it had deep red highlights all throughout. When she started twirling her time turner necklace again, a faint blue tendril of light started twisting around her fingers and slowly working its way up her arms. Before she even noticed it, the light was covering the entirety of her forearms. She immediately stopped playing with the time turner and started to panic. *Time turners are NOT even real! I cannot deal with this. I just turned 19 and I have to move soon. Fuck! What’s gonna happen to Hope?* The blue light had engulfed her and no matter how hard she tried; she couldn't get the time turner out of her hands. The last thought she had before she blacked out was *I hope she’s safe and that I’m at least gonna go somewhere fun.....*

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 The guys had just finished agreeing on a name. Mötley Crüe was finally a reality. They kept drinking together and didn't pay any attention to the strange blue light emanating from under the table. After a few hours, Tommy exclaimed, "Dudes, the only thing that could make this better would be for a chick to be here!"

 After a pull from his beer Vince laughed and asked, "Where exactly do you expect a chick to come from?"

 Mick growled sarcastically, "In a ball of light ya dumbass."

 Tommy's eyes lit up with teenage enthusiasm. "Ya really think so Mick?"

 Nikki just laughed and said, "He was joking dork."

 By then the light had waned and then, all of a sudden, it flashed back out from under the table. It engulfed the Crüe and Vince screamed. Once the light was gone Mick was shocked. "Seriously, I was joking about the light. What the fuck's going on under the table?"

 Tommy ducked his head under the table and immediately popped his head back up. "Dudes, I can't believe it.  I think I drank too much! There's a fuckin chick under the table!"

 Nikki cackled "T-bone quit fuckin around! Is there even anything other than trash under there?"

 Tommy glared and pouted "I'm not joking. Just look for yourself dude!"

 Mick grunted in pain as he got down on the floor and saw the strangest thing. There was girl who was maybe in her older teens. Her sudden appearance wasn't the only strange thing. She had unnatural black and red hair that was braided. She was also in what looked to be a school uniform. She had a red and black plaid skirt, knee high socks, odd combat like boots, a black blouse, a dark grey cardigan with a lion crest on it, and oddest of all a cloak. Mick decided that they needed to at least get her out from under the table. Maybe wake her if possible. "Nikki stop your cackling and help me move her to the couch."

 "Fine, fine" Nikki said as he rolled his eyes.

 Tommy and Vince moved the table and Mick carefully lifted her head and shoulders with a grimace while Nikki got her legs. Once they got her on the couch, Vince decided to bail to his girlfriend’s place, "Sorry, but I'm not sober enough for this shit. I'll be back later."

 Tommy leaned over the girl and asked, "Where do you guys think she came from?"

 Nikki shrugged, "Fuck if I know. Wake her up and see."

 Tommy started to poke her in the cheek. She mumbled "...5 mur min mum..." Tommy giggled and then decided to poke her sharply in the side. The girl's emerald eyes flew open as she shot into a sitting position.

 She screamed and flailed her arms which resulted in smacking Tommy in the face. "What the fork? Son of a bitch! What kind of asshole jabs someone they don't know in the side? Seriously, what the fuck?!"

 The guys looked at her with wide eyes and then at each other. "Well Mick you're the one who said a chick would come from a ball of light.  What do you think we should do with her?" Nikki asked.

 Mick chuckled "Your apartment, you guys figure it out.  I'm gonna just drink more."

 Sitting up fully and looking around the room, the girl was disoriented.  "She's right here and she even has a name! She also wants to know who you guys are and where she is," she snapped at them.

 Tommy sat next to her on the couch and responded, "Well I'm Tommy, that's Nikki and that's Mick. You are in our apartment."

 "Well theirs" Mick said pointing between Tommy and Nikki with his bottle of Jack.

 "Now your turn" Nikki said pointedly to her.

 Roz nervously tucked her legs under herself and hugged her knees. Looking down at the floor Roz said, "I'm Roz, that's all you're going to get from me right now. I want to know what city I'm in and what year it is. I've learned from books, TV, and movies that fresh out of a ball of light you figure out where and when you are."

 Tommy's brow knitted and he said, "Um its 1981 and you're in Los Angeles. Uh I guess that means I should ask you; where and when are you from Roz?"

 She looked with wide eyes between Mick and Nikki before settling back on Tommy. "Please don't freak out," she said quietly. As she looked down at her boots, she mumbled, "I'm from Madison, WI, and I was in the year 2020. I was born July 1, 2001 so I turned 19 a week ago in my time.”

 Nikki snorted, and Tommy elbowed him before he interrupted, “Seriously dude?? You’re from the future AND from Wisconsin?? How the fuck did you get here? Also, why under the table?”

 “I have no clue Tommy, I was just messing around with my necklace and then POOF………” Roz trailed off and then stared wide-eyed at Mick, Tommy, and then fixed her eyes on Nikki. She had finally realized who she was with. “Holy fucking shit balls!!!!!! M-Mick Mars? T-Tommy Lee? …. A-a-an-and N-ni-Nikki S-ss-Sixx?” She continued stare at Nikki who, after a bit, narrowed his eyes at her before turning to Mick and Tommy.

 “How the hell does she know who we are?” Nikki wondered.

 Mick shrugged and Tommy laughed and said, “Wait dude, she’s from the future, right? We’re probably famous. Hey Roz is that how you know us?”

 “Shit, I shouldn’t have let that bit slip. This better not fuck up the space time continuum. I refuse to tell you guys about your futures.” She said wildly staring at Tommy.

 “Ok… ok… What should we do with her until we figure out if she can even go home?” Tommy asked turning to Nikki.

 “Well we can claim she is related to one of us,” suggested Nikki. “Hey Mick want a sister or a cousin?”

 Mick shook his head and chuckled slightly. “If she’s gonna be my cousin I wanna know her whole name.  So, lady teen, what’s your name?”

 “Seriously Mick? Lady teen? Ugh fine, my name is Eva Rozlyn Roberts. I prefer Roz though.” She looked between the guys and then around the disgusting living room. “So… um…. Where am I going to live? If I recall this place only has the 2 rooms and Vince and Tommy already share one of them.” She thought for a moment, *Honestly, I hope they say I have to share with Vince and Tommy. Sharing with Nikki would be nerve wracking.*

 “Seriously dude, it’s creepy how much you know about us. You can share the room with me and Vince. I know Nikki ain’t gonna wanna share.” Tommy said looking like a hopeful puppy.

 “I guess that works. I’m gonna need something other than my costume to wear guys. I can’t always walk around LA dressed as a character from Harry Potter.” Roz said.

 “Wait who’s this Harry guy?” Nikki asked frowning.

 Roz giggled, “He’s the main character from a series of books that started in the late 90’s. He is a wizard and goes to a magical boarding school. It’s my favorite series of books ever. Right now, I’m wearing the Gryffindor version of the Hogwarts uniform. I also have a time turner necklace and a replica of Newt Scamander’s wand.”

 Mick rolled his eyes, “ So let me get this straight. You just decided to dress like a wizarding school girl and then play with magical objects?”

 Roz’s face clouded over, “Well I was supposed to be going to a convention with my friend Katy. Bitch never actually picked me up. I was fiddling around with the time turner necklace while watching a movie. Then I was in a blue light and passed out. Seriously, magic isn’t real. At least it wasn’t until the time turner decided to spaz out and actually work.”

 Nikki smirked and asked, “Are you sure you’re not a witch? You’re already a time traveler. Why not be a witch too?”

 “Bro do you really think she’s a witch? That would be so cool!!!” Tommy turned to Roz and asked, “Do you think that your wand will work too?”

 Roz giggled, “That would be amazing, although I doubt it does. But damn is it getting late or what? Any chance we can go back over this after some sleep?”

 “Well Tommy show her to Vince’s bed. I think it would be hilarious if Vin came back while she was sleeping in his bed.” Nikki says lighting up a cigarette.

 Tommy turned to Roz, “I should have some sweatpants and a shirt for you to wear.”

 “Tommy I hope you’ve got some workout shorts because your legs are way to long,” Roz said as she followed Tommy. Tommy handed her some shorts and a t-shirt and pointed out Vince’s bed. “Thanks Tommy.”

  After Tommy left the room Roz shut the door and changed. She folded her clothes and stuffed them in the pillowcase, and she still wore the time turner and kept the wand in its sheath on her forearm. She laid down and her last thought before sleep claimed her was of how strange this all is.

[theprodigypenguin]

what do I do if I want to read all of your stories cause I read one a long time ago and love it bUt am afraid of becoming anxious cause you have a lot of them? you kind of captivated me and now I want to listen (read, actually) to all the stuff you say (write) here on tumblr or on ao3, and comment in all of the content just because you deserve the support since you're pretty awesome, BUT I AM SO AFRAID OH GOD I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO YOU'RE COOL AND I WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND BUT CAN'T SO AAA sorry

Anon you’re the sweetest ever and this is the nicest message I could have gotten before going to bed, thank you so much for sending this. If you want to read all my stories in a binge then please be my guest, and I hope you enjoy all of them to your hearts desire, but please don’t feel any responsibility to comment on every single one. Of course I absolutely adore every single comment I’ve ever gotten, and I’ll appreciate every comment you might end up leaving, but I know sometimes it’s difficult to articulate how a fic made you feel. If you leave comments, I fucking worship you, but I’ll be just as happy if you simply enjoy my work.

Don’t ever be afraid to send me messages, and if it makes you feel more comfortable I’m totally fine if you just want to ask me questions through anon. I know sometimes reaching out to people you admire can be super scary, but I definitely encourage you to contact me at least through anon, which would be a lot less intimidating. I love getting questions about my work or just nice anons now and then, and I really enjoy interacting with people who enjoy my fics.

Of course I really have to tell you, I’m not special or really cool in any way. I’m just some trash bag who likes Jeddy. I’m just a normal fan like anyone else, so you don’t have to be afraid to contact me. I definitely won’t be able to reply to every single DM (I’m pretty busy irl because I work full time and just can’t keep up with that kind of thing, please understand), and I'm not be the greatest friend, but I’ll try to respond to anons and messages here as often as I get them.

As for my fics, I definitely see how it might be intimidating that I have so many. If it helps I can put a list of all my Cursed Child/Harry Potter work on my Ao3 (theprodigypenguin) with their word count so it makes things less intimidating:

Love Me Tender (4k words, rated G) “Teddy loved James. Tender and true; and James loved Teddy back.”

Memory, Memory (3k words, rated G) “Teddy visits his parents grave every year on the same day, but he always goes alone. This year turns out a bit different.”

Damages (27k words, rated M) “James wasn’t one to hide things about himself from the people around him. He was brought up to be proud of who he was, every piece of himself. He wasn’t ashamed of his sexuality or his preferences, the gender he was attracted to or otherwise, and his family wasn’t ashamed of it either. No, in the end he was ashamed not for who he was, but for who he loved, and the fear that everyone else would be ashamed and would hate him for the same thing.”

Stargazing (2k words, rated G) “The lack of lighting made his eyes look like glass covering shadows, mirrors that had no discernible color but reflected all the stars that he seemed so entirely enthralled with. He looked like a charcoal oil painting on canvas, and Teddy was starting to become an avid art lover.”

Woke the F*ck Up (10k words, rated G) “When an ex who broke it off because James wouldn’t put out re-enters his life and asks to have lunch together, James reaches out to Auror partner Teddy Lupin, who’s all too happy to help scare away the little bastard, no matter how he has to do it.”

OK (13k words, rated M) “An Auror mission gone awry proves just how essential having a specialized clinic for Lycanthrope-Afflicted witches and wizards is.”

Bones (15k words, rated E) “The Potter’s and Weasley’s had always been Teddy’s unofficial family, he’d grown up with them after all, but in the past he never would have imagined actually joining their family. Till now that is, and there was no one else Teddy would have wanted to share this day with.”

Slow Down Time (6k words, rated G) “It was so domestic, Teddy always found himself in awe of it. That he’d grown up almost entirely alone, and somehow was blessed with this family. There had always been an empty space in his heart that could never be filled by those he grew up with.It was an empty space that ached unimaginably whenever he looked at pictures of his parents, whenever he visited their grave or saw it was May second on the calendar, because what he longed for the most was family of his own, his parents, shared blood, and now he had that.”

Creation Out of Nothing (4k words, rated G) “In retrospect, Lily and Lysander don’t have much in common, but if you can’t bond over feelings of self doubt and the concept of not being good enough for your family, then what else are you supposed to bond over?”

Just a Scary Dream (5k words, rated G) “When they were younger, Albus always went to James when he had a particularly bad dream. He grew out of it, but in light of recent events, the murders of Craig and his grandparents and his involvement with Delphini, the bad dreams had just gotten worse, and only one person was ever able to help him through those nightmares.”

Moon Sick (9k words, rated G) “James is in his final year at Hogwarts, seventeen and thriving, but no matter how long he’d spent in Slughorn’s class over the past few years, he still didn’t much see the point of potions, and he was running out of time to finally get motivated about it. His seventeenth Christmas at The Burrow, however, proves a better teacher and motivator than Slughorn or his father ever were, as a dear friend becomes ill, where the only method of healing and relief is through the brewing of a special tonic. Though James has little to no interest in such things, if it’s to help relieve the pain of someone he truly cares for, he would do just about anything.”

Thicker Than Water (15k words, rated G) “James Sirius Potter loves his family, and he isn’t shy about announcing it. He’ll say it to their faces and say it to whoever is listening, that he loves his parents and his amazing sister, his cousins, aunts and uncles, even his ever frustrating younger brother, Albus. Difficult he may be to talk to sometimes, James still loves him, even if he struggles to make Albus understand that; but when Albus disappears not once, but three times, before the first term back at school is even halfway over, James starts to wonder, maybe he didn’t tell Albus he loved him nearly enough, and worries if he didn’t start saying it sooner, he’d lose his chance to entirely.”

Holiday Dysfunction (26k words in 5 chapters, incomplete, rated G) “People say that if you have a confession to tell, the best thing to do would be to simply rip it off like a Band-aid, but for Albus that metaphorical Band-aid has been stuck in place for the past six years, and it’s hard enough talking to your dad when he happens to be Harry Potter, so it makes things a little more complicated when you’re also in love and married to the son of your father’s former school rival and ex-death-eater. Throw a new kid into the blend and the Holiday Season just gets more festive.”

Stupid Deep (24k words in 6 chapters, incomplete/ongoing, rated E) “October of 1981 came and went, Halloween night left James Potter with lasting mental and physical scars, his wife lost to him and his son marked by a madman who had the audacity to disappear before James could get his revenge. He’d lost so much in so short a time: his loving parents, his beloved wife, his long time friend; a betrayal that stung more than the curse to his chest ever could. He struggled to live, he regretted every breath, only living because he had to, because he had Harry to look after, but he ached in ways that shouldn’t ever be endured by any human. James thought for sure everything was lost, even the things he still had seemed too far away and easy to lose. He doubted anything in the world could make it less painful. Until a chance miracle is brought to light, a former infatuation rekindled into burning flames, and the Gryffindor bravery James thought was long lost roars back to life inside of him. He’d lost so much, but if he could help it, he would not lose this. Not again.”

I hope this helps, love! And thank you for sending in such a sweet message!

[obsessivestar]

Steamy Love (Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Part 17: ~Everyone's Attention~

Summary: Tom has a lot to make up for. He must find a way to win you back, but does his plan work?

Warnings: Bitterness. Public Displays of Affection. Paparazzi.

Read it on my Wattpad: @/HiddlesStar

Word count: 2'092

Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr @deviantsendbyreallife

For that whole night and early morning, you didn't say a word to Tom. Not a single word. You didn't even look at him when you made him a cup of coffee, seeing the slight frown on his face from the corner of your eye as you went to your room to get dressed. You'd both be headed to work soon, but thankfully you didn't have to get any scenes done. Today was more of a wardrobe day. You, Tom, another co-star and the director would be going to different clothing stores to pick out stuff for the characters to wear during the winter portion of the film. You'd probably hang around the co-star. She was nice. Nice and married. Maybe that'll keep Tom from wanting to go on lone weekend dinners with her, too.

...

You didn't mean to feel so bitter. You didn't actually think Tom was "cheating" on you with Amanda. You two weren't really in a committed relationship in the first place, but he says he doesn't share. He was honest about who he was going to see and why he was having dinners with her. He didn't lie. Maybe he was just trying to let her down easy, so he could be with you.

You huffed. Even if that was the case, it seemed like he was willing to risk being seen in public with her rather than with you. You were almost certain someone saw them. Maybe there were already Tumblr and Twitter posts about it. You didn't even want to look. Just thinking about it makes you nauseous.

You got dressed for the day to take your mind off of it.

Tom was feeling sick himself. Sick and disappointed in himself. He didn't even think about possibly being seen with Amanda. He was just focused on letting her down easy so he could be with you, but he took too long to accomplish that. He was more worried about hurting Amanda than losing you. Now, he's slowly losing the chance to really be with you, and not just for lust. He's grown real feelings for you over these last couple weeks. You have been living together for pretty much a month now. He knows now that this is no longer just for pleasure. He needs to win your trust and your feelings back. He plans to speak to you after the day is done. He knows exactly what to say. He'll win you back. He has to.

Once you were both ready, you headed out to meet the director at his van. Tom sat in the back with you, since the female costar was in the passenger seat with security in the very back. You looked out your window once the car drove out of the neighborhood, with one hand at your side and the other on your lap. As you focused on the scenery, you felt a hand slightly rest on top of yours. Without looking, you knew it was Tom's hand, trying to communicate with you without words. You winced, taking a moment before moving your hand away to rest on your lap. You could practically feel his sadness as he let out a slight sigh, moving his own hand away. You weren't giving any pity, though. You were still upset.

When you got to the store, it was in a big outside mall area. You spotted a couple groups of fans across the parking lot, gasping when they saw Tom get out of the car once it parked. Most of them waved at Tom, who kindly waved back with a little smile despite feeling sad. Some of them even waved at you. Maybe they were fans of your streams. Either way, some recognition made you feel a little better, smiling and waving at them as you all entered the store. Security would stop any fans from entering the store, thankfully, though you knew paparazzi was on their way for sure.

You went off with the female costar. Faith was her name. She was nice. You had a similar taste in style, so you two were able to talk and compare, figuring out together what did and didn't look good. Maybe you were making a new friend.

The Director and Tom were out in their own area, though eventually you, Tom and Faith were all in the same aisle, fans visibly watching from the windows outside. Most of them were paying attention to Tom, but the ones paying attention to you kinda made you laugh. One of them was loud enough for you to hear them reference something from your streams, making you let out a laugh. Tom heard you laugh, looking up at you with sad eyes. It was hard to tell if any of the fans noticed how he was looking at you. They were more so focused on his physical appearance.

You both locked eyes from across the clothing aisle, hearing Faith talk to you as you gazed at Tom, though you kinda drowned her out for a moment. You could tell he felt bad for what he had done to you, and in truth, you were tired of being mad. You wanted to be able to be in his arms again, sleep next to him in his bed and kiss him at home after a long day of filming. You wanted to be friendly with him and laugh with him. You missed being with him. You missed him.

He gave you a slight quiet smile, since he understood the reference the fan had shouted to you. He had such a soft smile. It made you melt. You couldn't help but smile back at him. You missed his eyes.

Just as you shared a smile, his phone went off. He winced and checked his phone. You could tell by his expression that it was most likely Amanda. He looked back up at you, and you locked eyes again. You just rolled your eyes and looked back at the clothes Faith and you were looking at before, continuing your conversation with her.

Tom frowned. He could feel you slipping away. He looked down at his phone, then up at you and Faith. He glanced up a bit when he recognized the song starting to play in the store. It was Cyndi Lauper's Time After Time again. He remembered this song playing on the radio when you two went to go get snacks for when you'd watch High Rise together. He really liked this song, and you had grown to like it as well. You've listened to it a lot, and you think of him when you hear it.

Tom looked over at you again, seeing you preoccupied with talking to Faith.

Fuck the plan. Fuck words. He's proving his feelings now, with action.

Without answering it, he dropped his phone into the basket of clothes at his feet and marched over to where you were. He could hear the sounds of his fans calling to him from outside as he marched, but he was only focused on you.

Faith winced as she noticed Tom walking to you, giving a slight point so you'd turn to look at him. You visibly squinted.

"Tom, what--"

Before you could say much, he grabbed you by cupping your face, pulling you into a sudden deep kiss. You were shocked. Faith was shocked. The Director was shocked. Everyone outside was shocked. You could tell this kiss was all for you. He was all for you. It was a hungry, needy, sensual and desperate kiss, practically pouring out his feelings in this one deep kiss.

Without much care for who was watching, you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. You could hear the shocked and happy screams from outside, as well as slightly feel the flashes of cameras even with your eyes closed. The paparazzi had shown up just in time. They were watching you and Tom. The whole world was watching you two embrace. You almost couldn't believe he would kiss you like this, in front of all these people. Maybe you really do mean a lot to him.

After a few moments, he pulled back, still cupping your face, gazing at you with his big blue eyes. You looked up at him as well, giving him a warm smile. He smiled back. You felt warm again. He really chose you over her, or maybe he never chose her to begin with. Maybe you were always the first.

"...Tom...Earth to Tom Hiddleston." The director came up from behind Tom, tapping him on the shoulder. Apparantly he had been trying to get his attention for a while now.

"Hm?" Tom let go of you and turned to the director, a shy blush on his face.

"If you're done making out with (Y/N), we gotta get going in a couple minutes. You should go pay for your stuff.." He spoke to Tom before walking off.

"R-Right away, sir.." Tom spoke with a nervous little laugh before turning back to you with a soft smile.

"I-I suppose we'll talk later?.." He spoke to you.

You gave a soft chuckle.

"Go get your clothes, big dog.." You spoke, giving him a playful nudge and a wink. He chuckled with you before moving back to where he was before, putting his phone in his pocket and picking up the basket to go pay for what he had in it. That nickname was related to one of the lines from 'Move It On Over', one of Hank's songs that Tom had covered for I Saw The Light. That was the nickname you gave him. He still has yet to think of the perfect nickname for you, but that's not important at the moment. What's important is what just happened, really. He kissed you in front of all of those people. In front of work friends, in front of fans and in front of the paparazzi. You expected those pictures to be posted everywhere in the next couple minutes. You wouldn't be surprised if it would be in the news that Tom has a new girl by the time you'd get back to the house. You were almost excited to see pictures of the kiss.

You turned to Faith, who let out a little laugh.

"Jesus christ, girl. You better feel lucky.." She grinned, making you laugh.

"I feel very lucky.." You admitted with a big smile, walking with her to the counter to pay for your clothes. Once everything was all paid for, everyone went outside to head back to the van. Security made sure no one got to you or Tom, but you could hear some sentances and questions in the crown.

"Are you two dating!?"

"You guys are so cute!"

"Oh my God he's so soft!"

"You're perfect for each other!"

It was really nice, actually. You were recieving all of these nice compliments. You half expected his fans to run you down like a stampede. They were nice than most fandoms.

In the van ride to the next store, Tom put his hand on top of yours again, only this time you didn't move your hand away. You let him hold your hand, giving him a warm smile.

"Tweets are already going out about the kiss.." Faith admitted, checking her phone while she sat in the passenger seat. "Theres already pictures of you two in the Tom Hiddleston tag.."

"Whoops.." Tom shrugged, you letting out a soft giggle.

"That was the most intense form of PDA I've certainly ever seen.." The director chuckled. "Show that on set next time."

"Oh, I'm certain they will, now that it's public knowledge.." Faith smirked.

"I hope that didn't cause any trouble.." You chimed in. "They were screaming quite a bit.."

"I believe that's my fault.." Tom raised his other hand slightly.

"You're right. It is." You joked, looking at him with warm eyes. He looked at you with a little laugh. You were happy to be able to share these moments with Tom again. It wasn't pleasant being angry.

You still planned to talk to him once the day was over, but for now, you wanted to enjoy his company again. You'd be spending the rest of the day going from store to store to get different things, so you planned to be close with him for the rest of the day, knowing the pictures and attention would just keep rolling in. You wanted Amanda to know who he belonged to.

Tom is yours.